Here in Indiana it is that time of year again, raspberry season. My sister had been telling me of all the raspberries she'd been picking and seeing as we're headed out for a restful week of camping very soon, we thought a nice raspberry cobbler would be awesome for our trip.
This evening after work we got together to do a bit more picking. As the evening wore on it got darker. Oh my goodness, you would not believe how much easier it was to pick raspberries with a flash light. Yes, you read that right, with a flash light.
One of the first things we noticed about harvesting berries with a flash light was the ripe berries sparkle against the light. As the light went over each branch the ripe berries would just shimmer for us.
Something else we noticed was as pulling these fresh fruits from their bunches, was the ripe ones were actually chilly to the touch after dark. Its strange I know, but very interesting at the same time.
There is something peaceful about walking along the wood line, in the quiet of the evening, picking fresh fruit. Being a historical romance writer I love doing things such as this, because it allows me just a hint of what it might have been like back in the day when there wasn't a supermarket on every corner.
It is doing things like this that really get my creative juices flowing and really make me think deeper about the characters I write. Those every day things that we take for granted today, was something of a necessity back in the day.
I really enjoy the back to nature aspect of growing my own food, finding those hidden little secret spots where fresh fruit thrives in the wild. Anything that allows me and nature to become one even for just a little while.
The other day while the grandchildren and I were weeding the garden, Garden Weed popped up with, "Grandma, I don't think I will have a garden when I get big. They are a lot of work."
I just smiled and told her, "I thought that too when I was young. Then I realized working in my garden makes me feel closer to my grandmother, who's now in heaven."
Garden Weed must have thought on this for awhile, because a little bit later she pipes up with, "Grandma, I just might have a garden when I get big, but not one this big."
I love passing on the things from my past I enjoyed most from my childhood. It wasn't so much the work as it was the company of being close to my grandmother. In her own way I believe Garden Weed understood this.
Life isn't about the hustle and bustle of the world around us, but those special moments in time we share with those we love. I may not have everything this world has to offer, but I am very blessed with those who've touched my life. It is just like the raspberries that sparkle in the light of a flash light. Those who touch our lives intimately may not been seen so well in the bright light of the sun, but when life feels its darkest, they stand out like a beam of light in our shadows.
Everyone have a lovely night!!!
Blessings to all!!!