“I’m inspired,” I heard Mr Fango say through the fence.
I looked through the hole in the fence to see Mr Fango standing in the middle of his backyard holding a shovel and a page from Home Magnificent. I could see it was a page illustrating a garden of some considerable beauty.
He placed the page down and immediately sank the shovel into the ground and continued in a furious manner until he had dug a sizeable patch.
All the while he kept referring to the picture on the ground, I watched as he licked his lips and dug a few resistant weeds from his inspired garden patch.
Then he went to his shed and returned with a large pot containing a bamboo plant. Oh no I thought, dad had mentioned the invasive nature of bamboo but I could see Mr Fango was all go and was probably not in any mood to have his inspiration dampened.
A year later Mr Fango’s yard was half covered by the spreading bamboo a sign that his inspired act was becoming an uninspiring creation.