Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Blueberry Cousins

We went to the patch today.

Honest to goodness, I love every tiny thing about that patch. I love the blueberry air that is so sweet that it tempts you to believe, just for a moment, that they have giant blueberry Plug-Ins wired into the telephone poles. I love the rowdy crows cackling circles overhead. (I can never tell if they're in a big bird fight, or if they're just telling jokes and singing raucously.) I love the thrill of the hunt for berries bigger than quarters.

I love the muffin dreaming and the waffle dreaming and the plain berries with yogurt dreaming.

I love the feeling of being holed up in a wide, open space.

I love remembering Blueberries for Sal.

I love the unique camaraderie that blooms among strangers passing one another in the grass aisles, buckets of berries twined about the waist.

I love overhearing the pickin' gossip - infinitely less juicy than the blues.

I love chasing down toddlers and watching that first flicker of knowledge - "Mmmm!"

Today, I loved donning my sunhat and braving the suffocating, drip-drop sweaty heat. I loved the pink-cheeked resolve to press on.

I loved Evan asking me to take his picture.

I loved letting this one ramble about, tasting the green ones then finally seeing the light.

I love that these two decided to be best friends today.

(Their friendship is known for its volatility.)

I'm just plumb thankful today for the opportunity to live this life.

It doesn't matter how many times our street address changes. We are together, buckets in hand, ready to walk down the paths together in search of the best things life has to offer.

We are together.

{I'm linking this up with Wednesday Gratitude at Heart and Home.}