Friday dreams

Last night I had a dream of the most beautiful wedding. An old house. Mason jars turned into humming bird feeders. Tables lined up in a partially enclosed planting house all arranged with flowers. It was lush and green and the bridesmaids wore deep pink dresses. They came in singing, laughing – so overjoyed to be there. It wasn’t my wedding, I hardly even remember what the bride looked like. Just the gardens where everyone was sitting. And then I wound up in my father’s kitchen sweeping crumbs frantically hoping no one would see them. Browned, dead petals littered the floor and I swept so hard and fast nothing piled nicely. I just kept sweeping things around the floor.

I just noticed that I’m about to eat an apple from New Zealand. A Cripps Pink only here they sell them as Pink Ladies.

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2 Responses to Friday dreams

  1. titanium tom says:

    I just keep sweeping that kichens floor and now there’s dog hair everywhere. no piles either, so I opened the front door and then the back green house door and the wind moved all the hair and crumbs out. thank God for the right amount of wind at the right time. even though everythings else is screwed up.
    thinkin of you, wish you and pat well.

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