u-pick raspberries

The sky was beautiful and bright! I swear the raspberries were ripening as we picked.  Picking isn’t even the right word – these berries fell into my hands as I went to touch them – the really ripe, rich red ones – the ones that were ready!  I imagined that one could just walk along with a bucket held below the bushes and collect plenty!  Behind every leaf there was another cluster of delicious juicy berries ready to eat.  Picking 25 lbs certainly didn’t take long.  I’d pick and move down the bush, when I turned back to survey the ground I’d covered – there were several more ripe and ready – either the sun was ripening them faster than I could pick, or there were simply more berries than my eyes could take in at once.  Bliss.

There’s something deeply satisfying about berry picking for me.  This particular trip I left the kids with hubby.  I wanted some time away.  Berry picking is almost meditative for me.  Doing something so simple, so primitive, it brings about a sense of well being for me.   I went with my brother and we enjoyed each others company, but we also enjoyed the solitude.  It was refreshing and nourishing in so many ways!

I worried briefly that the boys might be upset they weren’t involved in the picking, but when they saw what I brought home they were just filled with excitement!