For A Time A Dream

The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.

J. Allen

On Sundays, we plant. Love, seeds, dreams, ideas, nourishment, rejuvenation.

This Sunday, peaceful and carefree, we tended to our vegetable garden, where we found the beautiful bright surprise of a blue shell of a robin’s egg. And then we found another blue empty shell, and another. Much to our delight and gratitude, our silver maple tree is home once again this year, to the beloved family of robins who have made our backyard their home. They know they are safe here, and each year, their ethereal presence heralds the arrival of spring in its truest beauty: rejuvenation and the miracle of seeds and dreams.

It is late spring now — sunny and cool — and many seeds are sprouting: oak leaf lettuce, radishes, parsley. Soon, the pumpkin patch will sprout, and before that, carrots, cucumbers, kale, cantaloupe, and chives. Many of our ideas and dreams are sprouting, too, and we will be sharing beautiful news with you very soon.

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