I had a dream. It was a lovely afternoon. The air was crisp. The sun was warm. We decided to pack a picnic. The perfect spot was found under the old apple tree.
There were fresh cut flowers in a mason jar. The last of the seasonal blossoms from the cutting garden gave the air a sweet scent.
The plaid picnic blanket was spread and freshly baked apple tarts were served. It was all so lovely and relaxing. I was about to begin reading a book of poetry, when I woke up (insert screeching record needle sound) …
to my reality of Dr. Seuss, Buzz Lightyear and a sippy cup, and I was in Heaven. Dreams are so overrated.
In other news, my dining room was excepted as an entry in Apartment Therapy’s Room for Color Contest.
If you’d like to help me make it into the top 5 of my category, I’d be so grateful. The link to vote is here.