Last night I dreamt I happened upon three young children, a young ginger-haired boy (rather short), about five years old, and his two slightly older siblings - one blonde (quite long), the other brunette (medium-length)- who lived alone in an abandoned house. It was a lovely, light grey house, with a garden that the children would make sure to water every day with the hose that stretched from within the side-door to the garage. What they were growing I didn't know, but the few leaves that had already sprung up were shaped like that of pumpkin leaves. There were stepping stones that led around the side of the house toward a small fountain pool before the garden. I asked them why they lived alone, and it was because they disliked their parents. They didn't seem to care even though I explained how they must have been worried sick about them. They were happy and took care of one another despite how young they were. They told me that they were self sufficient, for they had a hidden garden that stretched beyond what I could see behind the house. They were able to eat their own fruits and vegetables. Where they got the seeds, where they learned to cultivate, I didn't know, but despite the sunny setting, the air was mussed with somber vibes. Even still, I went on a mission to alert the parents of the children's location.
That was all I can remember.
But I want to paint a scene with the children and their garden~