Last night I dreamed that my flower garden was coming up. It was great, like one of those time lapse films when the flowers pop out and bloom in a few seconds. Crocuses mostly, I’m eager for them to come up because I planted some right in my lawn. But also some plants that came right out of my subconcious, really wierd ones that looked like artichokes. I must be ready for spring. Or I was getting a nocturnal woody.