A romantic heart’s dream. One that I had forgotten since Lyme ticks and itchy poison ivy frightened me away from my own garden. Somehow, it came to life all by itself. Plants I had grown from seeds, flowers bought years ago at a craft fair, flowers inherited from former gardeners who have long since moved away. So that one morning, I walk down the driveway with a little more awareness than usual and there it is, my blue-flower garden, my long lost dream.
Sometimes, I guess it’s true: dreams become real when you have ceased going after them with all you’ve got. Sometimes, I guess, I need to let things be and become. It feels good to see that the world still moves when I don’t pay attention.
Copyright 2018 Lori Tiron-Pandit