I had at least two dreams about eating this week. One of them had this enormous (10+ lb.) steak... thing, and the other had homemade mystery cookies. Both of these food items were freakishly delicious. Taste is definitely my most reliably pleasurable sensation in dreams. Maybe I should make eating my lucid-dream goal.
Exciting news of the day: the dandelion field is back! Well, sort of. It's not currently back because they went through and weed-whacked it just the other day, but dandelions aren't very good at staying dead.
In related exciting news, I finally figured out the identity of my favorite weed of all time, which is Geranium robertianum. The pictures in the Wikipedia article really don't do it justice; the tightly intricate, red-stemmed leaves; the hint of peach fuzz all over; the thin spikes that shoot out from the flower buds; the way the pink flowers precisely complement the leaves in color. Another thing the pictures don't convey is the scale of this thing -- herb robert is tiny.
I think part of the reason I like it so much is because it reminds me of when I was "that kid", the one who spends all lunch break staring at the weeds. I find it unbelievable that people miss things like this. So busy "socializing" -- talking to boring people about nothing important -- when mere feet away from their conversation is something so stunning.
Reality check. And yet, it is the extroverts who are thought to be living life to the fullest.
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