There are universal dreams...the one about falling, the one about walking in molasses (oh, yeah, don't tell me that you haven't had that one), the one about flying, which is closely related to the falling dream, the one about driving in reverse at 100 mph (no? you haven't had that one either?), the one about dying, the one about giving birth to something not necessarily someone, the one about hearing your name called very loudly. Feel free to share if you've ever experienced any of these or add one of your own regulars.
From the time I was about ten to the present, I have periodically dreamed of a man falling down a deep well. He yells my name all the way down. I know him to be my husband. Yes, I knew that he was my husband even as a girl. Now I recognize his voice.
I have been dreaming a lot. That's because I have been sleeping a lot. At the risk of being clobbered by your nearest shoe, I have slept at least ten hours the past three nights. It's been great. I usually sleep seven hours or less; sometimes a lot less. I'm ready to go back to my usual schedule as this loss of three hours is a problem.
Enough about sleep and dreams.
Some of you have expressed such empathy for the lack of spring in my corner and I have appreciated those sentiments, truly. Not only that, so many have been providing that "ministry of flowers" that I spoke of some time ago that I have felt as if spring is very near even though I've seen no signs. Well, no signs until a few days ago.
I was searching the trees for nests and I found this one on a branch that hangs over the street in front of my home. See? There's a red circle (sort of) around the nest.
Then, wanting to see the nest better, I played with the zoom and took this shot.
It was so exciting to see this photograph not because of the nest, but because of the buds on that tree. Buds! Red buds! Spring is coming; she may be delayed; she may have to step over snowbanks, but she's on her way!