|Serenity next door at the pond|
Last night I had a dream, more accurately... a nightmare. I am not a psychiatrist nor do I play one on television but if I were one who analysed dreams this one would be a doozy! In my dream I was outside chatting with friends in a driveway of one of our former residences and I noticed an interesting cloud formation. That cloud formation turned out to be a mushroom cloud!
|An image that might just wake you up from a sound sleep too!|
This morning in the light of day, whew, I figured out what this dream must mean, because even though I don't play a psychiatrist on TV, I will stay at a Holiday Inn this week. On the eve of my two day marathon of packing and closing up the house for the season, I am looking at the end of my life as I've known it for the last three months. Eureka!
Sadly, my summer of sandbar walks, large quantities of fresh garden produce right outside my back door, simple living among family and friends is coming to it's inevitable end. POW! Just like that it will be all over on Wednesday, until next year.
|no more sandbar sunsets|
|no more garden fresh veggies|
|no more fresh cut flowers all over the house|
|no more beautiful peaceful commute|