I don’t quite know how it happened, but I know I used to have so many dreams for the future. I had cockamamie dreams. But, slowly I began to deny myself those fantasies.
In the beginning, I imagined that my garden would feed my family…even the landscaping would include pretty, yet edible organic plants.
For hours on end, I would scour books, catalogues, and magazines, learning all I could about xeriscaping and chemical free pest management.
I dreamed of a chicken tractor and a pet duck. I dreamed of a fish pond and a separate tank to raise crawdads in the backyard.
Over the years, some of those dreams did come true.
We dug a little water garden with a barrel fountain and koi.
The tangerine tree and grape vines feed us for a short, lovely while.
AND, I got my pet duck, Serendipity, eight years ago.
However, I gave up on the moveable chicken coop and green eggs. No longer did the gears in my head spin over thoughts of mini-lobsters out back.
Weeds choked out my garden and hopelessness choked out my imagination.
But WAIT, there’s more! Maybe it’s this crazy California weather, but I think I see a sprout of a wacky goal….a glimmer of crazy hope peeking out from my cold, dreary yesterday and reaching toward the sun!
So, once again I dream. In fact, I planted peas and lettuces and green onions, too. I’m scheming on how to turn an old trampoline into a chicken run. And, watch out, Hubby…we’re goin’ crawdad’n’ one of these days!
(Plus, I’m getting excited about some art related ideas these days. So, stay tuned!)