First a poem that insists on announcing this month's dream blog. It may be a bit of a stretch, but it helps us take a leap of faith that spring will eventually arrive in Grade Ronde Valley. Even the deepening snows on Mt. Emily, the icy frosts, will give way to wild flowers, mushrooms, and huckleberries that will feed you, the local bears, deer, elk and birds. ~ If you don't care for lyric poetry, hang on, a significant dream will follow.
"SPRING" by EJ Donnell
Spring bulbs asleep in their earthly flower beds
felt the tread of human feet, just overhead.
April winds swirled down to breathily blow
the dried leaves away and to melt the late snow.
"Who goes there?" the golden daffodils said,
while White Narcissus yawned and arose from her bed.
Crocuses tiptoed out of dark, crowded rooms.
Lady Hyacinth's hair was curled with perfume.
"Sisters, have you dressed for the great spring ball?"
Asked the Crimson Tulip sitting by the garden gate wall.
Flowers nodded, flashing gowns of gold, pink, violet and white,
for they dreamed of a prince they could dance with all night. -
Or perhaps a dear child who would kneel by them there
and choose a bright blossom to pin in her hair
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Thanks for indulging me, now the dream, "Five to Keep"
A curious dream! - I was in my yard digging through an established lawn with a small, sharp spade. Once the turf was broken into I began removing the loose soil below it with my two hands. The resulting hole was about a foot and a half in diameter, and nearly a foot deep. Unexpectedly I uncovered a cluster of marble sized white bulbs in the soil. How did they get there? Who placed them in my yard? Shaped like miniature tulip bulbs they appeared white as bridal satin, poking out of the rich, dark soil. Even though they had been there for years, incubating below the matted turf, they looked fresh, plump, and ready to burst forth into new life if someone would provide them good soil, fertilizer and water.
Hearing my exclamations of wonder, several neighbors came crowding through the open gate of my yard. They wanted to see what was in the hole I'd been digging. Three or four asked if they could have some of the tiny bulbs. One neighbor told me he thought they were a variety of an old time flowering plant, one rarely seen in our area. "Could he take some and try to grow them?" I responded, "Sure, go ahead, help yourself to a few."
As I continued digging, carefully scooping out the soil, more bulbs were revealed. I was pleased. There were enough to give to those who wanted some.
One older lady standing there seemed especially eager to get the bulbs. She didn't ask my permission but got down on her knees, reached in the hole and took all she could find, putting them quickly in her jacket pocket. I was able to remove more dirt and uncovered five more bulbs. I decided I'd better keep these five as I could find no more buried there. But the older lady reached over to try and take the last five, aggressively attempting to remove them from my hand. When I closed my fingers over them, she asked, "can't I have these too?" I emphatically replied "NO! These are the last ones and these are mine!" The woman scowled and marched out of the yard. Other onlookers drifted off. A man and woman remained to thank me, and then they too left.
I stood looking at the tiny white bulbs still in my hand. "I will plant you" I mused. I will see you grow and watch for the unusual flowers you produce. You, little bulbs are unexpected treasures, put here by the Master Gardener. -When I woke up from this dream the thought was clear. "I am so glad I didn't carelessly give away all of my treasures. The last five were meant just for me."
I invite you to discuss what you believe this dream means. Did you get a message from it for yourself? If so please share.
