Hands and Berries
Wild strawberries along the trail in June. Sweetness in my hands and belly.
First low-bush blueberries off our field at the beginning of August.
Berry feeding sandy-handed little birds on the beach.
(The beginning of my white hairs spotted!)
I read something recently:
if you think you need to speed up then slow down.
With my morning tea in hand, I watched with wonder as she picked and ate her blackberry breakfast from the lowest branches. Then my tea was gone and I followed her lead. Turns out this mug (made by our delightful friend Suzanne Babineau), piled high, holds two cups of blackberries. These two cups that didn’t fit in our satisfied bellies will find their way into some baking
on a blustery winter’s day.