Black Raspberries

black raspberriesIt was absolutely beautiful yesterday afternoon here on the farm, nice breeze, mild temperatures and low humidity. The perfect day for a walk with my husband.

It seems like taking a walk is one of the few places where we can still talk freely and not worry about being overheard, especially around birthdays.

With a very hectic next 3 weeks (including 3 birthdays!), we needed to touch base about several things and make some plans.

I carried a bucket with me just in case we discovered some wild black raspberries. They are abundant here on the farm, but this year they are late. We’ve been watching but so far have found just a handful.

But as we walked yesterday, we kept seeing small patches in the fence line and along the ravine. We would stop talking, move over and pick them clean before moving on. None of the patches had a great abundance of berries, but by the time we were done, we had picked over half of an ice cream bucket full.

I thought on the walk home, that picking those raspberries was a great illustration for how we’ll manage the next few weeks. We’ll just do the next thing.

I need to pick the patch that’s in front of me and then move on to the next one. Just pick one raspberry (or event) at a time and soon my bucket will be full.

Just do the next thing…