Last night’s dreams were the most vivid that I’ve had in a long while.  It was one of those times when you know you’re dreaming, but you’re also very immersed in the world and letting it thrill you.  I went to my garden and found it untouched, the blue gate still hanging a bit crookedly on its post.  The moon was full and I was simply there, greeting each little nook and cranny.  It’s similar to the dreams I have after a loved one dies–often I’ll spend a long night with them, saying good-bye.

Then when I went out to greet the myriad of rescued garden plants on my porch, I found the first two roses blooming since the move:

And then there was this bright burst of oranger-than-orange saying “good morning:”