Dream Seeds

I got back to Riversleigh today- it is nice to stay a few nights in my own bed before I go off again. I really enjoyed my stay with Lissa and Theo; I learned a lot from those two remarkable people. In fact, after seeing what Lissa has been doing, I may spend more of my time on my fiber arts. With the exception of my knitting, I have neglected them lately. And after Theo- well, I think I’ll expand my CD collection. My wooden flute I’ll save for myself in private, at least for now. It’s better that way.

After I plunked my bag in my room and checked to make sure the Door was behaving itself, I pulled out the little bag from the Enchanteur and headed for the greenhouse. I hadn’t been out there before, so I spent a little time just looking around. There were all sorts of beautiful and exotic blooms and some very strange plants as well. I could tell that some of them were dream seeds planted by others that were coming to fruition. I hoped mine would do well, too.

Finally, I opened the little bag of assorted items and fished out the package of dream seeds. Now, I hadn’t looked at it too hard when I first got the bag, and I had been too busy since, but I didn’t think the package had looked quite the same when I first got it.

It was a lovely package, with butterflies on the front, and the words Butterfly Brand Dream Seeds.

I felt something tickling my ear. I looked up and saw a butterfly flitting around a blossom nearby. A slight breeze (in the greenhouse?) brushed past me, and I thought I heard a giggle.

“Butterfly man, is that you? Are you responsible for these dream seeds?” I asked.

There was no answer. The butterfly on the flower was gone and the breeze didn’t come back. “All right, then,” I said, “Have it your way.” I went back to reading the seed packet.

On the back it said:

Butterfly Brand Dream Seeds

To plant: Plant in a colorfully decorated pot with rich soil

               Water carefully with stream water

                Feed with one teaspoon honey diluted with ¼ water

                Place in a sunny window or outdoors in sunshine

When plants reach 2” place a stake or small trellis for vines to climb

Continue to keep plant moist, but not wet, and feed with honey mixture twice weekly

To use: Scent from flowers may be used as aromatherapy for creativity

             Tea may be made from dried leaves and blooms

                 Steep one tablespoon per cup of boiling water; may also be served iced

Promotes flights of fancy, colorful use of language and art, and generally following your muse.

These seeds did sound intriguing. I looked around to see if I could find a brightly painted pot. Sure enough, someone who liked to throw pots and paint and glaze them in bright colors had left a rather tipsy stack of their finished projects out here for us to use. I sorted through them until I found one that I really liked- It was glazed in a lovely bright blue and had green vines with yellow and pink flowers going around the outside. It was cheerful and certainly seemed bright enough for the butterfly dream seeds.

I filled the pot with some of the nice rich compost-filled soil kept in the greenhouse and shook the seeds out of the packet. There were four of them, and I decided to plant them all, one for each direction. They were odd looking seeds; each was about the size of a pea, and each one of them was a different color – blue, purple, yellow and pink. I poked little holes in the soil and dropped a seed in each one, patting the soil gently back over the top. Then I took a watering can outside and looked around until I found a little stream to fill the can. On my way back to the greenhouse, I stopped in the kitchen and begged some honey off of the cook. She was very nice about it and sent me on my way with a little crock full of it, so I could feed my plant regularly. I watered the seeds, and fed them the honey mixture, and then decided I would like to keep the plant in my room. The pot full of soil was heavy, and I staggered back to my room under the weight of it. Finally, it was safe on a table by one of my windows, and I put the empty packet in a drawer to keep.

The window was open, and a butterfly drifted in briefly, hovered over the pot, and floated back out again.

I leaned out the window, but no one was in sight. Still, I spoke aloud, “Okay, Butterfly Man, I don’t know if you are in cahoots with the Enchanteur over this or not, but the dream seeds are planted. If you want to help them grow, that’s fine with me!” 

I spent the rest of the evening cleaning up the things from my trip so I could be ready to go again in a few days, and then took a very long, scented bath before I went to bed.

 

This time my dreams were of butterflies dancing over gleaming gold nuggets.

 

Posted by She Wolf