Is there anything more relaxing than a walk in over the hills to pick blueberries? The quiet, the solitude, the serenity, the memories and, of course, the flies. Yesterday was the perfect day for it. It was a little late in the afternoon before I was able to head out with my bucket but it proved to be just the right time. I didn’t have quite as much time as I would have liked but it was certainly enough for the first day – the flies being the deciding factor. I am convinced I weighed less on the way out than I did on the way in.
I thought about the art of picking berries.
The determined, organized and ordered person sits by the side of a patch and picks every berry on the bush before moving on.
The impatient want to get that bucket full as quickly as possible and in goes the ripe, the raw and the leaves.
The adventurer forgets the original purpose entirely, walking and exploring in search of whatever is over the next hill.
The restless just ramble and fidget not sure why they agreed to come along in the first place, wishing they had something better to do.
And, there is the wanderer who goes from patch to patch, picking only a handful or two from each one, always looking for a bigger find.
Never fitting neatly into a box, I would say I am a combination – adventurer and wanderer. So tell me, where do you fit in?
We used to go berry picking
© 2017 Beulah Peyton Bouzane
and the stories drift in and out as I rambled
through bushes and rugged terrain
with nothing but the sounds of nature
surrounding this beautiful scene.
She said. we used to go berry picking
that seemed not so long ago
and yet it was more than a lifetime
memories and images, drifting slow.
Quote for Today
‘I cannot change your journey, but I will hold your hand and walk with you’
~Rev. Valerie Peyton Kingsbury
