Do you dream? I think we all do apparently but we mostly forget the dream before we wake up. Sometimes I remember, sometimes I recall them in the middle of the night, but this morning I remembered my dream when I awoke. I got up at four for a drink of water, having already emptied my glass during the night. I got back into bed around twenty past four, not really expecting to go back to sleep but I did and when I woke at a quarter past six I woke with a beautiful feeling of enjoyment. I am going to try to prolong that feeling by telling you my dream. I hope I succeed, at least until the end of my post.
It was a lovely Autumn day - no wind, not too hot, not too cold. The sun was low in the sky and the birds were singing. There was a smell of fresh grass in the air. There was a knock on the door. I opened it and E, my neighbour from many years ago when I first moved up here (and still a near neighbour because we have both moved), stood there with a plastic box in her hand.
'Fancy coming blackberrying?' she said. Did I indeed. Off we went down Mill Lane. The Hawthorne (May) blossom was out on the hedges of the lane and the air will full of the heady scent of the blossom. Blackberries were hanging from the hedges (yes I know May blossom blooms in May, blackberries are on the hedges in September and early October but remember this is a dream). We opened the gate and went into one of E and A's fields - a grass field which was yellow over with buttercups - and in no time our boxes were full of ripe fruit. We sat in the grass among the buttercups and chatted for a while and then we got up and walked home (remember I can no longer walk without a walking aid - I had no such difficulty in my dream) and in no time at all I was standing by my preserving pan full of bubbling blackberries and sugar and, as I woke up I was filling jars with jam.
Have a nice day.