An analogy for life.
It is black-raspberry season and we have been picking daily. I’ve frozen about 10 bags so far and I’m sure we’ve eaten about the same. Yesterday, as I went to pick this lovely one, I see a familiar pattern. There are actually 7 days or more of picking on this cluster. Those berries, one by one will present themselves ready. They change color and when ripe will easily roll off into your fingers. If they aren’t ready . . . they will fight you. Black-raspberries that aren’t ready can be quite stubborn. If you stick to picking the ones that are “ready”, you more than likely won’t get pricked by the thorns either.
We only have a couple more weeks of picking, then blueberries will be in season, followed by wild red-raspberries. Summer is fun, eh? Everything in it’s time, during it’s season.
If you ever get the chance, try going to a pick-your-own farm. I find picking berries meditative. Once you get into the mesmerizing flow of it all, it is very relaxing. You hear the birds, feel gentle breezes, or the hot sun on your back. Sometimes the berries can give you insight.
We live in a world of quick news, quick results, microwaveable-pre-cooked-filled-with-bad-for-you-shit-meals. We live in a world of quick judgement, and quick words (especially if they are not nice). We live in a world of, “If you don’t meet up with MY standard, then . . . “. Therefore, maybe it’s time to learn a lesson or two from the berry patch!
Berries grow in clusters, but they mature differently.
Berries are sour until they are ready.
Berries come in all sizes, shapes and colors, yet they are called “berries”.
Berries thrive growing along with all kinds of weeds.
Berries have vision, they reach out into the unknown for their future.
Berries protect their future, those plants that produce fruit sweet enough to eat off the vine and eat for desert will rip you open in a heart-beat!
Berries require some wisdom, not everything that looks the same is the same! These two leaves look rather similar but one is entirely evil, the other as sweet as berry-pie. #1-Poison Ivy, #2 Black-raspberry.
Berries dry up, wither and die.
The seeds drop and a new generation
has opportunity to grow.
Oh, and then there are the bugs. They bite you when you pick, they hide in the leaves, they chew on the berries, and sometimes —- you eat them! Yuck.
OK, life is life until you die. We all are in different stages of life, each stage beautiful. If we enter into life each day knowing that we are surrounded by those just like us, by those who are different, by weeds, by bugs and all kinds of negative influences, we can survive, not only that we can thrive in our season.
That’s it, life lesson from a little fruit, written by an eccentric fruit who is going to go pick some now . . .
Enjoying the Adventure, (Especially when it tastes so good!)
DOWN TO EARTH
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3 thoughts on “Life in a Berry Patch”
What a beautiful post, Karen! I too, find berry picking enjoyable, especially when it’s free! We have all the local wild areas scoped out for berries, which are not quite ripening yet, though yesterday we did find a few ripe blueberries.! I like how you noted the stages of berries to the stages of life. True, how we are not all in the same stage, at different ripened moments of our lives.! Have a lovely day!
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Thanks so much Jennavive! Happy picking . . .
Excellent take on life and berry picking! It’s been a long time since I picked berries in the wild (or at all…!), but your post reminded me of childhood adventures with my dad and my grandfather to pick berries. Thanks for sharing!
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