This perfectly round hole on the bamboo stem is the work of wasps. They're black with some bright yellow on the lower part of the abdomen. I was stung once but the pain wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be. In the winters, I like to have a fire in the backyard. A lot of rubbish from dead branches and spiky leaves are burnt. It was during one such occasion that a hibernating wasp emerged from a smouldering fire, with a drone, and too dazed with the heat, the sleep, and the smoke- it didn't take long to die. Since then, I've been careful with bamboo, bearing the handiwork of wasps. I use a lot of dead bamboo for my cheery backyard fire but now these ones are used as support for my plants or for the clothes-line!
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau