untitled regarding lavender, dreams and camping

Lavender-infused hot chocolate: a concoction of my own invention. The little herbs in my fridge are about spent, so I'm quickly using them in everything I can think of (late in the evenings, anyway, since lavender tends to bring on the drowsiness). How about a favorite lavender-highlighted recipe of yours?

Dreams. I've been dreaming like MAD every night for the past few months! Waking up is exhausting, because I recall so much of the dream that I feel like I've just got done living a whole life before the day has even begun. Last night I was talking with Jamie Beck about her prodigious child, and noting how much he is like my fiance. "Is the future known or unknown?" The small child tried with inadequate vocabulary to explain the deep yearnings of his heart. How am I supposed to go to work after that?

Camping. The lovely A and I are trekking out where there are bobcats and warblers and shrews and skinks and bats and beavers and otters and coyotes and elk. There will be coffee and readings aloud by lanternlight. There will be cold; there will be stars. It will be more than incredible. 

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