field of dreams



There's nothing more awesome than seeing someone's dream coming true, right? 

Ever been to a wedding where everyone, all the friends, all the oldies, are jumping out of their skins with joy, everyone knowing this togetherness is particularly wonderful and are there to celebrate the stockings off it?

Ever held a tiny weeny baby that was so damn wanted, even more perhaps than most babies are wanted? One that has its parents in a cat's cradle of awed gratefulness and anticipation of new life?




In this house, we wish on dandelions. 

You see one, you catch it, you make a wish, you let it go.




Tilly found a yard full of them today and was beside herself to figure out what to wish for first.

"I wish. My love. Come true." I'm quoting precisely, for the historical record. 



I had a dream of a funny fella, and a family, and green grass and cooking and writing. 

And I found myself looking at a dandelion caught in my hand, and I was shocked to find myself wish-less. 

This is not always the case. I'll be honest: I woke up on Mother's Day morning wondering if it was dreadful thinking it'd be a celebratory mother's day away from my brood. Maybe somewhere with a big bed unoccupied by small people, with hours of undisturbed sleep. 

But ungratefulness can sometimes be washed down the plughole with aromatherapy bathwater.

I'm not minimizing real depression. I'm not saying everyone's bad days can be improved by cake and I'm totally cognizant that if you suffer real, dark depression it's really hard to 'think' your way out of it. Impossible, most likely. 




But assuming you are a cake-improves-everything kinda person, what do you wish for?

On dandelions brought to you in the hundreds, what would you hope for?




Whatever it is: I wish. Your love. Comes true.


10 Comments on “field of dreams

May 13, 2011 at 7:36 am

Lovely post. You do seem to have the most wonderful life. I’m going to face this cold morning with a little more warmth in me now 🙂

May 13, 2011 at 8:10 am

nicely said. very nicely said.

May 13, 2011 at 8:29 am

Thankyou, I loved this post. I am now off to appreciate all my wishes that have been realised. Your recipes now cover my Paris fridge.

May 13, 2011 at 9:06 am

oh really? that is very cool. Paris is Adam’s favourite city in the world. (I adore it too, my favourite though is Jerusalem.)

May 13, 2011 at 9:40 am

Beautiful. x

May 13, 2011 at 9:45 am

if i told you it wouldn’t come true…

May 13, 2011 at 11:49 am

aw…love this post…actually was thinking of you today as I was packing for a weekend beach trip. I was like “ha…Fiona can WALK!” 🙂

i count my lucky stars that chocolate makes everything better in my world. xo.

May 14, 2011 at 7:47 am

Our yard is full of dandelions waiting for wishes and blowing…lovely post.

May 14, 2011 at 3:31 pm

This is a wonderful post — and made even more special by your capturing your daughter’s exact quote.

Oh, so much of what I wish for, I gratefully enjoy! Though I do wish for more time for sewing and writing…I am not good at squeezing it in!

May 15, 2011 at 5:26 pm

This floored me; made me sigh and smile, both. What beautiful words…

Lucky me, to find your blog (and it was through a family you met in real life, who said, You must read this woman’s words), and lucky me to have spent the last couple of days here, and lucky me to have these words in me now. Thank you!


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