Tell me, is it weird that I've spent the last two nights in bed dreaming about gardening? Happy dreams? Dreams where I finish putting up the chicken fencing (which I bought in my awake life on the weekend)? Dreams of planting jasmine? Dreams of contented chickens keeping me company while I prune fruit trees? Dreams of leveling out the back yard and all the mini-mountains of dirt?
I think it might be. But they're such lovely dreams.