Saturday, February 10, 2007

Then someone spoke

& I went into a dream

Who knows why those words from a track from Sergeant Pepper suddenly manifested themselves; but the jukebox mind works on several levels — selected, associative, random.

I am on the front porch comparing leaf shapes, trying to identify what a couple of plants that have pushed their way through to the surface after a few days of rain are. In this place, nothing that you plant seems to grow. It's self-propagation most of the time, with the result that trees & shrubs that would be quite nice to have around if there were only one or two of them suddenly assume pest status. Not only that, their growth is accelerated. If you don't get them in the first few days then it's time for the chainsaws.

So, look around, see what these could be. Nothing obvious close by, consider what's next door, or round the back. No idea. Will have to wait till they grow a bit more. Then someone spoke & I went into a dream. Ah, look at all the lonely people. Woops, wrong album, but, overall, the one I like more. Override the jukebox, pick up the rice in the church where a wedding has been. Live in a dream.

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