I had two dreams last night. In one, I was putting a compost pile in my back yard and wondering if I could put dwarf lavender along the side fence.
In the other, I realized that Bridgett wasn’t just showing up to chat about the Civil War but that I was taking a class from her and that I had a paper due in two days. Her TA, an old, old man, would not accept it late. I had decided to write about Civil War Tent-Makers.
This morning, when I got up to walk the dog, we were greeted by a large crow, who flew, just ahead of us from tree to tree and then called to us until we caught up. Finally, when we hit the house of the dog who looks like Dr. Phil, it flew off over the interstate.