Dreaming of Spring

I lay in the grass finishing my newest Terry Pratchett and drifted off to sleep.

I was Anselme Lanturlu tiling the surface of the earth to measure its curvature, and then turned into a gardener. I won a million dollars in a competition I hadn’t entered, and flew to New Zealand. Suddenly I realised I was a bear: lovely, I can sleep right until spring! My cozy cave was on the edge of town: close enough to the shops, but within easy reach of the forest. The walls were filled with writing and paintings: bears are pretty much all-rounders. They said I had no sense of taste, but bears mostly go by smell anyway. Especially the smell of hyacinths. Time for another snooze.

I awoke with a start: I’m coming home was playing on the radio.

(11 facts about me, answering Eve’s 11 questions.)

A blog is one more drop in the ocean of the internet, so it’s lovely to get feedback. My heartfelt thanks to all who have read, liked, or commented.

Particular thanks to those who have passed on awards: Daniel theartfrog. JulZ from keepondrawing. Tazein Mirza Saad transcendingborders. Eve Amaro from Eve Amaro Designs. Daniel has collected the rules (Thanks!) – Link back to the givers (√), – display the awards (√), – tell n facts about yourself (√) – and pass the award on *. Rules / logo for the Liebster Award seem to be evolving and may now include answering questions (√) / I chose the nicest one :-). * I’ll nominate “Bertie’s Favourites” separately, offering them the choice of awards.

Life Could Be a Dream

Oh, life could be a dream
If I could take you up in paradise up above
If you would tell me I’m the only one that you love
Life could be a dream sweetheart

– Randy Newman

Why does turquoise water spell paradise?

A Dream of Perfection

All of us fail to match
our dreams of perfection.
So I rate us on the basis
of our splendid failure
to do the impossible.

– William Faulkner