Sometimes I do get nostalgic. I try not to make this blog too much about myself, but sometimes I feel impressed to share some details. Last night I had a dream about daffodils. See, I remember growing up in Oregon and every spring, the daffodils would bloom out. There was farm after farm that grew daffodils. Still why dream about daffodils in November?
I think it was a dream about my grandfather because one of the keen memories I have of my grandfather is going out with him and my grandmother to view the daffodils. Another memory I have of my grandfather is of his horses. My grandfather raced horses around Oregon and California. I remember going along to the races with him. Sometimes he won, sometimes he lost, but he always had fun. I fondly remember helping him take care of the horses, like feeding them their horse supplements, their vitamins, and their alfalfa hay.
Maybe I had my dream about daffodils last night because of the memories that came to mind after watching Seabiscuit for the tenth time? I’m not sure. Either way, it was a relaxing dream and all day I have been thinking of my grandfather. Memories of loved ones? That’s a universal value.
