Sometimes, often, frequently, all the time, thoughts of the garden, my garden sail along the ocean waves of my thoughts and dreams.
While traveling is this phenomenon most surprising.
Being busy with family and friends keeps a wandering mind occupied while awake with smiles and laughter, singing and interpretive dancing, cooking and cleaning, swimming and ocean views.
But once the head nestles softly onto a fluffy landing spot, the subconscious takes the reins.
Thoughts swirl into a miasma of moving pictures and videos, combining recent and long ago bits that have entered the folds through sight, sound, smell and touch.
Those bits are misty, blurred around the edges, seeming surreal as was the garden, my garden upon returning home at dusk after the yearly family beach vacation extravaganza.
Walking up the gravel path to immerse myself in the foliage and flowers that were so familiar ten days ago, the light low and the air temperature comfortably warm but not too hot, being in the garden was like entering a dream state.
The colors were undulating, caressing, emcompassing and calling out to be captured even as the darkness drifted dreamily over the slopes as night covered the land.
The rudbeckias were golden blazes with eyes like dark buttons.
Surprise lilies, Lycoris squamigera were wide bouquets of seashell pink against dark deciduous azalea leaves.
The garden and the family dominate my thoughts and dreams.
They are intertwined in my heart.
I dream of both.
Do you think perhaps that is a hereditary trait?
Links to our previous beach vacation stories:
2008-The Beach Vacation
2009-The Fun Begins
2011-Water, Wind, Earth and Fire
2012-The Shark Tale