Two Answers Came to Me in My Dreams

1. Regarding what I wrote last night about the dark mood in our house, I dreamt that said (or unsaid?) person had planted a big, beautiful circle of daffodils out front, with an outer circle of lavender hyacinths. It was rainy, so some of the heavy hyacinths were tilting. I remarked at the rich color combination, so lovely. Then I noticed the tree leaning over the flowers--it, too, weighed down by the rain. I wondered aloud how the flowers were blooming with that tree overhead. But then realized the tree usually stands tall when not burdened w rain; its usual stature doesn’t shadow the blooms. Tree=the depression. Gardener=Dan. He really did work hard planting 100 plus daff bulbs this month. Flowers=me, Punch, Figgy, Sug--bright, blooming--and ironically, Dan, too, since he is also that way when not sad.
2. Edward R. Murrow!!! Writing about Dad the other day reminded me of an unopened gift he left me--he told me a couple times (in real life) that I’d like watching this CBS journalist from the past...but I couldn’t remember the name and when I awoke, it came to me.

Good day to us all and thanks, Dad. It’s another thing we can share!