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Thursday, December 29, 2005

dreams of england...

I'm not sure what it is...I don't know how or why it happens...but I often dream of England. I often dream of the countryside, the fog, the moors, the rolling hills and the stone walls and gates between wandering fields of sheep.

I dream of the cool moist overcast days, the drizzle. I dream of walking across the cold fields to a warm hearth in a pub for a bowl of hot lamb stew and a pint and the quiet talk and laughter of the locals. I dream of thatched roof cottages, English gardens with stone walls and moss.

I dream of England, though I've never been there. I dream of England as if I were from there.

: toadman : at Thursday, December 29, 2005 |

Comments:

that is SO weird. i keep having dreams of Olde English. We obviously have much in common.

# posted by ducklet : 12:46 PM

Brando:
HA! I've never dreamed of cleaning products, but I've thought about drinking them from time to time...as I'm sure you have...
Thanks for visiting! I feel honored, and also a little wet.

# posted by toadman : 1:16 PM

See, that's just a good example of how cool you are! Wow.

# posted by Twyla : 8:12 PM

Am I cool? I thought I was just wet.

Thanks Twy...

# posted by toadman : 4:33 PM

What the hell, man?? 2006 will be the year you really do go; right?

# posted by jb3ll3 : 10:19 PM

Thanks jb3ll3,
I hope we get there this year too.. but it doesn't look like it, not with this year's financial outlook! We've got to make a visit to family in Texas this year first...

# posted by toadman : 10:18 AM