I had a dream that I was helping Ariella at her house. She was leaving on a train trip and prepared for me all sorts of notes and instructions in a packet. As soon as she left I tore open the package, and there were many letters I was suppose to deliver for her, including a letter addressed to me. But the letter was blank so I set it on fire. She had written on the paper in oil - all her flower secrets - and as the fire consumed the paper I could read them, but only for a second before they were gone. Burned up.

Considering throwing all caution to the wind and sacrificing my favorite angel wing begonia to bouquet making.

Making soap.

Taking a lot of long walks.