Monday, June 25, 2012
We have not had a lot of rain in the Show-Me State this year. Yet, somehow, we have the plumpest, sweetest blackberries ever.
While picking a basketful of berries last night I thought about that. How sometimes the things we think will happen donít, and the things we canít believe will happen do. I listened to the geese grazing behind me and in a good mood for once! They tugged at the grass and asked me a few times what I was doing up there so long, bent over those canes. Then they shook their heads and worked their way back to the barnyard.
I could see Bozko down the hill, waiting for me just inside the gate; I could hear the Cardinals chirping in the trees; I could hear something rustling in the weeds behind the berry patch; I could feel the setting sun warm on my shoulders, and I took a long, slow breath in and held it.
Because sometimes, no matter what else is happening in our lives, we really do need to see when we have entered these perfect moments in time, and realize them, savor them, live them, all the way to our souls.