dream_garden epitome of incomprehensibility The brief February thaw (it's February in the dream) provides a window for planting seeds. I can also wave my hand over the grass to change it from one colour to another. When I return, new plants have sprung. I pull out a whole pea plant by accident and see that it sprung from two seeds: one a pea, another a lemon seed. "Taste its flowers," the voice of an unnamed man suggests. I pick three delicate flowers, yellow instead of the usual white or violet. Chew them. Make a face: they're lemon-ly sour. 250103 what's it to you? who go blather from