Yesterday's dreams had me in a lovely great old shabby hotel where hardly anyone lived. My own house stood directly behind it across an alley. I wandered through the hallways and in and out of the rooms. I meant to rent an office there but kept putting it off. I imagined I could not afford the expense. Then a young writer friend from Real Life rented it instead, and it turned out to have been only $20 a month!

This morning's dreams were less vivid, more fantastical. I remember climbing a long narrow ladder from our home (which had no ceilings) up through an opening in the sky to The World Above. A half-dozen or so suited young gentlemen were climbing down to visit my husband at the same time, and I feared they would prevent me from ascending on the narrow ladder. But we passed one another without incident, me clinging just barely to the right-hand vertical as they descended, very high above the earth. At length I climbed out through an opening onto a busy one-way highway several lanes across, and began to walk on the narrow shoulder, against the traffic, which traveled at very high speed.

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"Read as dream symbols, ordinary occurences yield depths of information and teaching completely unsuspected by the untrained observer" (Ray Grasse, The Waking Dream.

"O Nature and O soul of man; how linked art thine analogies; not the smallest atom exists in matter that does not have its cunning duplicate in mind" (Herman Melville, Moby Dick.

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Watched the fishes eat their breakfast. They are growing fast now, and average probably five inches in length, including their tails. Two graceful white ones, five koi-like mottled orange and white, one black fantail, and one a plain trout shape, bluish-bronze in color and extremely difficult to see. The black one is like a shadow, the bluish one like a ghost. They've become greedy now, and when I drop the flakes on the water they all ascend at once and roil the surface and make faint smacking noises with their tiny gulps.

I pulled and discarded two stiff thorny Scotch thistles almost ready to blossom in the lawn, and plucked three dandelion leaves for my midday tea, and a handful of blades sprouted from millet seeds the wild birds dropped under the feeder, to give to the lovebirds in their cage.

Continuing my new work schedule, which is more relaxed than in careers of yore.
I'm enjoying this project. The language needs a lot of work and that necessitates intense focus--nothing I love more! And the subject matter is dear to my heart; losing myself in it gives me a lot of satisfaction.

The weather continues mild with slight breezes. Even now, at 12:30 in the afternoon, the air through the window is cool and clean. In my 12 years at this altitude this is the first bearable summer. It's perfect for plants. Too bad I haven't more resources to make a yard with. I'm getting to know the weeds rather well, though, and with all my watering more and more species are germinating to bring this gravel plate back to life. Bunchgrasses and pigweed, abundance of wild asters where the drainage is poor. I do pull the sowthistles and skeleton mustard. Sweet clover is working hard to break the hardpan up, but I cut it when it reaches a great size. It smells so wonderful and feeds the compost pile. A little patch of hollyhock came up out of nowhere and I make sure to water it, too. We're unlikely to see flowers from this homely biennial until next year, but I'm flattered the species feels safe enough here to try and make a go of it.

The water I give everything has been fertilized by my nine goldfishes in their trough. After I finish filling and refilling the watering cans there I top off the trough water again with fresh stuff from the hose, and so keep the fishes clean and aerated. Their pond lilies are doing so well this year and have blossomed twice. Their round leaves finally have achieved sufficient size and numbers to shade the fish on hot days in the absence of leafy overhangs (deer kill every little tree I plant). I cover the trough anyway with a scrap of lattice to keep the algae down. The cats love to relax on it in the morning shade from the house and watch the fishes' bright movements through the gaps.