Back to the book

I had a dream a few years ago where I was sitting on the side of a hill and a breeze struck up and carried masses of seeds towards me: sycamore, honesty, lime, all sorts. When I woke up, I thought this had to be optimistic, about something good, creative, productive. So I collected all the seeds I could find like those from my dream and did this drawing of them, overlayed outlines. 
I'm going to use it somewhere in the book.