Jun 03, 2006 22:17
We took a well earned siesta this afternoon
(it was much too hot for any more gardening;
120 degrees in our greenhouse at 8.30 am)
I dreamed of the Summerland garden, -
but not a part I knew; it was still being planted out.
A man I recognised stood quite close to me, looking forlorn,
and another man a little further away.
In the distance were a whole group of people, too far away to catch up with.
I looked down at my feet and saw that they were bare, and that I was wearing a light cotton dress; and carrying a basket, with silver half-disks in it
I guessed I must be young again, here; time means nothing in Summerland.
'Hey, John-Paul!' I called out 'Do you want to play?'
He looked at me sadly. His eyes were kind.
'I'm not John-Paul yet' he said 'just call me Karel'
We laughed together, and planted the silver semi-circles in rows around the edges of the garden. Then I woke up.
Its good to play, sometimes.
love and blessed be
xxx