I dreamt of frogs appearing by the dozen from under leaves and around a pond. I didn’t recall this dream until I was walking through the Finnerty Gardens this morning, after taking a slightly different bus route.
I have missed walking through the gardens and over the past week or so had noticed that the rhodos were in full bloom. I took 10 extra minutes this morning, camera in hand to walk through, and I found a pond I hadn’t realized was there.
I’ve walked through those gardens dozens of times so how had I never noticed the pond? It’s one of those things where I start to doubt the reality of it and wonder if I try to find it again will it still be there? Regardless, it triggered the memory of my dream.
When I told Shawn this morning he asked, “Was it because of the toad comment last night?” — we had been discussing the difference between good and bad garden pests and I had mentioned that a toad would be a nice addition to the yard. I told him maybe but the frogs in the dream were like those rainforest poison dart frogs: tiny and colourful.
Walking through the gardens always refreshes me — even just 10 minutes — I should do so more often, on lunches or breaks. Maybe even sit and read. Or just think. Or just breathe. Whatever, it needs to happen more often; I started work with a clear head and a peaceful feeling which might be the very best way to start the day.
