I think it was last year, after my grandparents passed away, that I dreamt I was walking along the combe towards poltreen house (the house my grandparents lived in my whole life). Every time we reached the wooded coombe where the trees fell in towards each other from either side of the road forming a canopy and creating a cool shady area my family would always sing the line ‘o o bosque mexico’. I think because the first time we visited my grandparents after moving from Mexico my brother made that connection. Bosque means forrest. In my dream I was walking around the edge of the house and running my hands along the cool granite stones of the wall, I remembered being a child and feeling the same textures and temperature of the wall on sleepy warm afternoons.
Grandad as a granite dolphin
Grandad as a granite dolphin
Grandad as a granite dolphin
I think it was last year, after my grandparents passed away, that I dreamt I was walking along the combe towards poltreen house (the house my grandparents lived in my whole life). Every time we reached the wooded coombe where the trees fell in towards each other from either side of the road forming a canopy and creating a cool shady area my family would always sing the line ‘o o bosque mexico’. I think because the first time we visited my grandparents after moving from Mexico my brother made that connection. Bosque means forrest. In my dream I was walking around the edge of the house and running my hands along the cool granite stones of the wall, I remembered being a child and feeling the same textures and temperature of the wall on sleepy warm afternoons.