You all know that I am the metaphorical ‘fencesitter’. Choosing a side or position on a subject has always been an issue for me, I vacillate back and forth as new information comes in and I’m easily influenced. This is unfortunate for me but often the joy of my children, who know they can easily get their way when dealing with Mommy.
What you don’t know about me is that I dream of fences. Yes, you read it correctly, I long for a fresh white picket and a gate that creeks when it opens or high green hedges with a pathway arch cut in the center and glimpses of the garden offered here and there, a temptation taunting the passer by. I page through house and garden magazines curious to see the different ways people cordon themselves off from the world. Envy fills my heart at a concave pickets and french gothic cuts even a plain dog ear fence sends me off to dream land.
I’ve been told that fences represent a person closed off to the world, an introvert. One thing I have never been is shy so I may be an exception to the rule. I just know that some day I will get my fence. I wonder what I will dream of then?
What fills your dreams?
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