With the able assistance (or insistence) of my son, I was up at 4:15 this morning. I often cannot return to sleep when I'm awakened at that hour and as I have a busy day planned, I was rather miffed. I couldn't think of anything that I wanted to do but I was certainly willing to go unravel and ball up sock yarn if nothing else presented itself. Interestingly enough, it did.
I looked out the window at the silvery moonbeams illuminating my yard and said, "Hey! I could garden by that light!" And so I did.
Most of the "gardening" I did by moonlight was pulling weeds but hey, they needed pulling and now that part of the garden is ready for tilling. I was also able to garden by the daybreak and by full light. It was marvelous to watch how the light changed almost perceptibly as the minutes ticked on.
I'll try to remember that when I'm dragging hiney about 4 PM.