Helloooo my Darlin Dears, Fellow lovers of life, Meadow creatures & my sweet Gnomes of the Forest,
Miss Lamb your harvester of Blackberries and farmer here:)
The things we love...
The visions we create and are promised...
I have only ever shared my extreme fascination with Montana with one person in this Sweet Old World:)
This person promised to take me to Montana to go Salmon fishing, which is my ultimate dream..
Why I randomly shared this odd dream I had with this person, I have no idea...maybe because I was happy?
I usually never tell anyone my dreams, I just capture them:)
But yes, at least once a week I have a dream where I am in a amazingly clear stream, with a lovely cobblestone floor....you can see a bubbling fountain of rapid in the distance, that sounds like the swaying of laundry on the wind, or muffled words from your love while laying on their chest....
I am there in a cream colored dress...barefoot... and I have sometimes a fishing pole and sometimes my fly fishing rod (usually a GLoomis or a White River, but I could never afford that brand)..
I am next to a fictional mountain I have now named "Welch Mountain" and just on shore is a picnic, with all of the fixings :) The other week I zoned in on a specific aspect of the picnic, and this is exactly what I saw...exactly:) ..& I feel blessed it came out to be the scene to every inch and breath:)
"Picnic On Welch Mountain"
The three jars are adorned with green pasture grass at their base, and blue handkerchiefs mimic the string I continuously cast against the water...very holy actually...
The point is....I enjoy fishing....& I especially want to go fly fishing or in the least simple fishing, in the summer, in my fateful Montana:) Fishing for Salmon :)
There is also a man there....
I can never really see his face, but he is wearing dark blue jeans and has a white Henley shirt on....with oak colored leather suspenders, with gold buckles, that run across his chest :)
Very dark hair....
...& strange enough, I think I live in Montana in this dream, because often a cottage appears on the bank, where this man is standing in the doorway with a cup of coffee or pine needle tea (I believe, pine needle tea)...& he looks like home:)
Just another day in the pathless meadow that is Sam Lamb's brain :)
The capture of the day:
"Linens Of Green Part II"
Yours always and Truly,
Peaches, their green leaves & the basket you carry on my behalf while we harvest (also a dream I hope to bring to Fruition),
Miss Samantha Joelle Honey Lamb