in the garage (in, the, g'rage)

I pulled back the covers this morning to reveal a yawning pup who looked at me with disdain at the suggestion that it was time to get up and go outside.  I agreed and nestled back down into the blankets for "10 more minutes". 

When our mutual biological needs eventually hoisted us out of our warm stupor, I threw on some clothes and trotted out the door with Aug for our morning walk.  Happily, he decided he wanted to walk down Newgard, my favorite street for beautiful bungalows and overgrown gardens.  I started to daydream about my florist work space.  Of gangly gardens with unusual seeded grasses, creeping vines, late fall flowers, and space for Auggie to run around.  I dreamed about how to use this or that "weed" in a bridal bouquet, and how I could wrap vines around a vase.  I thought about flannel swatches for boutonnieres, and crafting little details in a sunny studio space.

And then it hit me.  A garage!  That's what I need!  A converted climate controlled little out-building.  Somewhere I could listen to music and decorate with the paper lanterns from the wedding, over sized floral photo prints, fabric panels, and neat little bins and boxes of supplies.  Yessssss..... garage.....

How much money would Yale have to bring in before we could afford a house with a yard and garage?  How much would I have to bring in?  Is that really the best use of our funds?  Couldn't it be better spent supporting missionaries or at least volunteering on service projects?

But that is still the daydream that keeps sneaking in to almost every morning walk.  Scanning yards and alleys and falling leaves for ideas and images.  Color and shape.

Could I really do this?  I don't know.  I suppose that's why I keep thinking of this as a "when Yale has a permanent job" possibility.

What about you?  What daydream keeps coming back?  Did you follow it?  Did it work?

Oh, and please note that henceforth "Yale" will be referred to as "Hubs" or "Hubby", as per his request.