( The bud and fruit report )
Last night I dreamed of squirrels. Or rather, I dreamed of one particular squirrel, whose ears and tail and paws were tipped with black, rather like a Siamese cat, making him unusually handsome. He had been feasting on treats in the back yard and had grown fat as a groundhog, so fat that he rolled over on his back and couldn't get up. I grabbed him by the tail and all he could do was hiss helplessly. Then I went up to the third floor and looked out over my orchard [in my dream I had an orchard, and a grape arbor too], discovering that all my apples had been half-eaten. Looking downward further, I saw my fat nemesis chewing his way through grape clusters in the same fashion. I was about to take some sort of direct and violent action when I woke up.
This dream was probably brought to me (and now you) by a real life event. While I was making my lunch yesterday I looked out through the window on the kitchen door and found a squirrel! on the crossbars of the security door! looking for all the world as though he were ready to break the glass and enter. He was pretty chunky, too, but not as fat as the Dream Squirrel. Unhappy thought -- maybe he is a she and maybe she is pregnant.
Last night I dreamed of squirrels. Or rather, I dreamed of one particular squirrel, whose ears and tail and paws were tipped with black, rather like a Siamese cat, making him unusually handsome. He had been feasting on treats in the back yard and had grown fat as a groundhog, so fat that he rolled over on his back and couldn't get up. I grabbed him by the tail and all he could do was hiss helplessly. Then I went up to the third floor and looked out over my orchard [in my dream I had an orchard, and a grape arbor too], discovering that all my apples had been half-eaten. Looking downward further, I saw my fat nemesis chewing his way through grape clusters in the same fashion. I was about to take some sort of direct and violent action when I woke up.
This dream was probably brought to me (and now you) by a real life event. While I was making my lunch yesterday I looked out through the window on the kitchen door and found a squirrel! on the crossbars of the security door! looking for all the world as though he were ready to break the glass and enter. He was pretty chunky, too, but not as fat as the Dream Squirrel. Unhappy thought -- maybe he is a she and maybe she is pregnant.