Last night I dreamt that after treading through some tall grass in the river valley I was back in my childhood home,

But I had three cuts up my legs (not unusual when you’re running around in nature). The first two were on my right leg… I noticed there were grass clumps growing out of the corners of the wounds. I needed to pull out the vegetation carefully so they wouldn’t snap at the base. It was painful and left deep, open wounds.

The second was a much larger wound that went up from my ankle to my thigh. There was some kind of different plant growing out of it in much larger bunches. They looked similar to brown mottlegill mushrooms or cicer milkvetch seed pods.

The reason why I’m writing this is because I remember thinking “I should take a photo of this for cyberspace to ask if anyone’s had a similar experience”, slowly realizing it would be impossible to pluck each plant individually, then asking my (now deceased) mom about it in the living room.

Happy Thursday everybody.

Yesterday I went early to a vote regarding sustainable immigration and if my province should separate from Canada. I love my country and believe in keeping the bigger picture in mind with sensible boundaries.

Today I’m happily getting back to work painting, finally.