A Midsummer Night's Dream

Whilst in town yesterday I stopped to admire a painting….

And the artist insisted that I take it, saying he felt it had been waiting for its owner - that it had been waiting for me. I felt that way too often when I was a pavement artist. We chatted some - about dreamscapes and landscapes and the life of the artist - it wasn't until I returned home, that I realised how this dreamscape looked somewhat like the view of our garden from the next door paddock.

That red streak could even be our scoria driveway.

I had a beautiful dream the other night.

I dreamt that I rose and still sleeping, went walking across to this very spot.

Above my head the Aurora Australis shone their magical rays - lighting up the night and singing a song of hope against the darkness & between myself and a friend on the other side of the garden. Like my little night bird singing to its mate, I suppose. You can see the southern lights there in Johnny Ox's painting.

They're shining just behind the clouds.

What a magical Midsummer Night indeed.