|These aren't the rebloomers--just an old photo from last spring. :~D|
In my dream, I was suddenly overjoyed because I knew this was the way to fulfill a longing I've had--to volunteer my gardening skills! Not to the local Master Gardener Program, where my hours are logged and credit duly charted in return for "certification". I don't want my hours charted--I want to make a difference for real people! In the dream, it was clear: I would take care of the Rest Home gardens, make them bloom again for those old people who could not do it themselves.
Those who know me well know that I have very frequent and vivid dreams. The husband is often entertained by my morning tales of bizarre nocturnal adventures, and I have them so often we just chalk it up to Jan's Weirditude. But once in a while, I dream of something that simply will not leave me, and I think about it all day, realizing this one was not a case of taking out the mental trash, but instead a message I should listen to.
This dream of the old people's garden was just such a dream, and I am in tears over how happy it makes me. The town we're moving to, Chino Valley, AZ, has a very large population of elders, with a disproportionate number of elder homes for its size (only 10K population) and a facility for special needs residents as well. I know now where I can plant--and share--some of my abundant iris blessings.
I hope your week is going well, and at least one of your dreams come true.