06-07-2011, 04:32 PM
I had this dream several years ago, but it has remained fresh in my mind since then.
I found myself in a lovely place; it was just after sunrise, at the head of a narrow country lane. The landscape seemed to be part of the Inner Bluegrass region of Kentucky, with limestone fences along the lane; the area ahead of me was rather low and flat, as if on a terrace near a creek. There was mist in the air and the ambiance was dreamy and mysterious. The fields were pervaded with a sense of harmony and perfection, while at the same time, seeming lost, hidden; as if it was right here near Lexington, a city of 200,000 people, but no one knew of it.
I walked down this inviting lane for a couple of hundred yards, entranced. I stepped through a gate in one of the fences, and realized that I was in a most marvelous orchard. The fruit trees were enormous, perhaps 8 feet in diameter at breast height, and nearly 150 feet tall, with deeply furrowed gray bark. There were great yellow fruits hanging high up in the trees, looking something like a cross between a mangoes and pears, but larger than either.
Standing at the edge of the orchard was a diminutive, elderly Scottish gent wearing a cardigan sweater and a tartan plaid cloth cap. He was the caretaker of the orchard, and I liked him instantly. He seemed to have been expecting me. After a brief chat, he fetched a comically long and rickety ladder, and an equally improbably long pole with a fruit-catching basket at the end. I steadied the ladder while he nimbly scaled it to the top, and extended his pole up to the fruits; he picked several for me and climbed down. He handed me the fruits, which were about the size of footballs. I bit into one eagerly; the taste was ambrosia, a mixture of honeysuckle, pear, and mango. I did not want to leave that orchard, ever; but sadly, the dream ended then.
Those fields had a quality that I simply cannot convey; I felt as if I was truly privileged to have found a nook of Heaven, tucked away into a fold of Reality that everyone else had overlooked.
I wish I could return.
I found myself in a lovely place; it was just after sunrise, at the head of a narrow country lane. The landscape seemed to be part of the Inner Bluegrass region of Kentucky, with limestone fences along the lane; the area ahead of me was rather low and flat, as if on a terrace near a creek. There was mist in the air and the ambiance was dreamy and mysterious. The fields were pervaded with a sense of harmony and perfection, while at the same time, seeming lost, hidden; as if it was right here near Lexington, a city of 200,000 people, but no one knew of it.
I walked down this inviting lane for a couple of hundred yards, entranced. I stepped through a gate in one of the fences, and realized that I was in a most marvelous orchard. The fruit trees were enormous, perhaps 8 feet in diameter at breast height, and nearly 150 feet tall, with deeply furrowed gray bark. There were great yellow fruits hanging high up in the trees, looking something like a cross between a mangoes and pears, but larger than either.
Standing at the edge of the orchard was a diminutive, elderly Scottish gent wearing a cardigan sweater and a tartan plaid cloth cap. He was the caretaker of the orchard, and I liked him instantly. He seemed to have been expecting me. After a brief chat, he fetched a comically long and rickety ladder, and an equally improbably long pole with a fruit-catching basket at the end. I steadied the ladder while he nimbly scaled it to the top, and extended his pole up to the fruits; he picked several for me and climbed down. He handed me the fruits, which were about the size of footballs. I bit into one eagerly; the taste was ambrosia, a mixture of honeysuckle, pear, and mango. I did not want to leave that orchard, ever; but sadly, the dream ended then.
Those fields had a quality that I simply cannot convey; I felt as if I was truly privileged to have found a nook of Heaven, tucked away into a fold of Reality that everyone else had overlooked.
I wish I could return.
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