June 9, 2011

The Saharan weather seems to have been good for the hydrangeas, which are blazing acid blue in the gray-yellow dawn.

Strangely healing dream. I was ranging over wide, rolling meadows when I came to a small forest, and in it a stone cave or grotto. At the mouth of the cave was a toad. The toad seemed very large sometimes, very small at other times. I picked the toad up, and carried it to house, and set it down in the anemone thicket on the terrace, where I thought it might be happy. At that moment began the most beautiful and soothing rain.