The words "crystalized dreams..." provoke ponderings. Some may think it sad that dreams of a past season are frozen, stymied from achieving the first grand plans. But my mind harks back (can you tell we've been binging on historical BBC shows on the telly?) to childhood winter morning schoolbus rides spent imagining within the magical iced worlds left by that great and stealthy artist, Jack Frost. Crystalized dreams provide opportunity to pause and ponder wonders we may not have seen had they marched as scheduled down the orderly path of accomplishment and must-do. And, in the seed world, sometimes a period of freeze and thaw is required to "to break dormancy or to crack their hard coverings". In this April's lingering limbo 'twixt winter and spring, I'll appreciate the beauty of tenacious autumn dreams, and wait for gentle warming winds to disturb and provoke new action.