Blackberries line the country roads and harvest is abound in the deep rural places that are secret to we locals. Approaching mid-summer now, and life sometimes feels so uneventful, and yet changes so fast day to day that I can barely acknowledge a blink. Its the punctuation of a season, of a summer, of things like making a berry pie from hand-picked berries, just how good it really is when I take a few hours to indulge to create a little pleasure for the senses.
Life is good.
I just have to remind myself of that on occasion.