Before bed, I cleaned some in my studio, including dusting my 'flock', so I know that's why there were so many birds in my dream. But I also dreamed of my Grandma Lydia, which is a rare thing for me -- how our mind does recall details - the way she moved in her garden, her hands in their rubber gloves weeding and snipping, her efficient no-nonsense gestures in the kitchen and oh! the meals she prepared! Her giggle, when we got her going ... My Lovely Mother's eyes crinkle just like HER mother's did, when she giggles. I always remember Grandma Lydia with flowers.