I've had a couple of vivid dreams lately, the kind you recall and seem to have a story. I don't put any stock in messages from dreams at all and tend not to even remember them but I am struck by how these dreams are in someways relevant to the season because they are about my old garden. I don't actually miss the demands of an acre garden, the random and almost overwhelming maintenance surprises of an old farm house or the sounds of mice and larger through the walls. But I am sitting here this evening fairly sure of the garden showing up again tonight, feathery carrot seedling fronds peaking out of unhoed crusted soil. I think it all means I need even more CDs, I exercise too much or that my secret aristocratic past (and wealth) is about to be revealed. Gotta be that.

I just hope they don't sing "Don't Eat Meeeeeee!" tonight.