i have been spring gardening over the last while
filling my veggie patch with colour,
creating an annual edible artwork.
this was followed by a dream.....
While walking in Vincent Street recently.....,
which reminds me. my dream was set in Vincent Street.
Someone, overnight and with great care,
had removed the bitumen and rubble
from exactly one car parking spot
and replaced it with a vegetable and flower plot.
A spot of bright fresh greens and many strong flower colours.
A life mini painting as it were, sitting in the middle of Daylesford.
So much colour in such a drab monotone area.
People were amusedandannoyed, delightedandangry, excitedandupset.
However, in the main most seem to love it.
A little investigation discovered that this act of random beauty
was perpetrated against the community by a local family.
They had lost their garden and,
since they had been paying rates in the shire all their lives
and did not own a car they figured they also had a right to a parking spot.
Not being able to interpret dreams I am open to suggestions.
'reality is the invention of unimaginative people'