I wake this morning from dreams of making things. It's fuzzy and white outside, the world outside my window is shrouded in a heavy mist and Jack Frost has also been busy, the fields are white over. Not a breath of wind, nothing stirs.
I can't remember what I was dream-making. Before I had a chance to capture the swiftly vanishing thread, both cats were on the bed demanding love, fuss and food, they just can't get enough food!
Then small boy comes in and joins the cats - the questions start. Phil obsessed at present with his own dreaming and keeping a dream diary, is detailing his own nocturnal world of the head. My brain is no longer mine to retreat into and explore, too full of others words needs and feelings now, momentarily I lose hold on the thread that was my only link to last nights dream time world.It's like I see the tail end of it slipping down the rabbit hole!
Down in the kitchen, small boy has gone out for the school bus, having breakfasted on 2 perfect and small bantams eggs from our little mother hen.
There are spires of brown thorny dog rose reaching up into the mist outside this window, in stark contrast to the pink and red arches of my orchid flowers on the window ledge.
Smallest boy is singing to the lego mountain in his room, happily oblivious that school run time rapidly approaches......
No doubt still in his favourite clothes - pyjamas. I had better go and break the spell, then drive him to school.
To day needs to be a mirror making day - better get on............
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