Winter days start in deep darkness and summer days in bright blankness, two versions of one and the same thing: the empty sheet of paper. I dream a lot which means that my mind has been buzzzzing all night. Sleep comes very easily to me, as do dreams. Like peoples’ names, I never remember them when I need them. Events that I “remembered”, and have recounted in detail, I have later found have not been lived by me awake. At least I don’t think so. I’m full of admiration for autobiographers, in that they have retained enough, clear and detailed, information about themselves to paint a reasonably accurate picture of their passage through time up to the last word of their manuscript. Do they work backwards or begin from the earliest memory? Since the toil of writing an autobiography is not amongst my wildest dreams – there I go again – maybe I’ve already written a very good one, packed with events that I awake know nothing about, but which has the reader on the edge of their seat. The déja vu may have become the déja lu.
Cherries are on my mind this morning. I read in a blog, yesterday, that the cherry festival takes place in Ceret tomorrow. The only place where I have seen cherries this year is deep in my dreams. 
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Cherries in your dreams has a certain poetic ring to it
They’d be very nice in a dish in front of me, too:)
Perfect infact 🙂
Dreams are insightful. Cherries are yummy. Nice post!
Thanks:)
I can only dream of cherries now as they are out of season!
They seem to be here, but not in the South of France – apparently.
I’ve never understood how we transitioned from ‘autobiography’ to ‘memoir’. The former is supposed to be packed with well-researched details about a person’s life. The latter is mostly fiction, from what I understand. I prefer writing novels, because I can make them way more interesting……….I hope.
I wish I remembered my dreams.
I wish I had some cherries.
I wish I’d written a novel:)
Memories are fun. I recently spent time comparing memories with my sister. Perhaps some were dreams as so few of them matched….
That’s it. When I go over old times, with friends or family, I often get strange looks when I recounting an event that everyone in the company, save me, is sure never occurred:)
Great post! Though I thought you were going to go in another direction from the title…
That was a while ago:)
Life is a pop of the cherry 😉
…or a bowl of….:)
I have crazy wacky dreams. I usually regale my husband with them on our morning walks. Just wish sleep came as easily.
I wake up a lot earlier than my wife, so I’ve forgotten them by the time she’s awake.
🙂 the mind can be very strange.
And even stranger as we get older:)
Oh no, then I’m in serious trouble!
Brilliant shots.
Wish I could remember my dreams. I do such amazing things in them, like write poetry and design houses. Not in real life, alas.
Maybe that’s the real time:)
Actually I love reading autobiographies . . . but the other Gemini-side of me is realistic enough to smile at some passages which surely were but wish-dreams 🙂 !
I don’t bother to differentiate – if it’s good, I don’t care too much if it’s true or not:)
Define ‘good’ !!! And differentiate twixt ‘truth’ and ‘fiction’ Milord 🙂 ! I personally feel I have read too much of the latter and am oft not amused at the first . . . . and you should see the smile on my face . . . .
Couple of things to think about there…maybe for the rest of my life.
I’m constantly questioning myself before posting some story from my youth. I’ll call Zia to get her recollections hoping she’ll verify my memory, lest it be a dream. Even then, once the item is posted, it’s interesting to learn how the same incident is remembered by the various members of my family. The devil is in the details, as they say.
I’m glad to hear that I’m not alone in this, John:)
Off to Ceret with you!
I’m definitely going to do my best to get there:)
You’ve got time to go to Céret – the festival has been postponed this year until 1 and 2 June because of the late spring. Maybe you’ll dream about it anyway!
*Sigh* I love cherries. I miss them.
The horrid, endless winter has delayed them for all of us.
Stunning cherries!
They were shot on real film, some 20 years ago!
maybe you can collate this blog into a book one day… The cherries in LA are beyond delicious. Every Sunday, i am off to the farmer’s market for my $6 mini bucket of the sweet n sour berries.
I am very jealous of the cherries: I really am. I’ve sort of started on the book:)