One Red Raspberry Left
On one side of the coin, I wanted to say, “Don’t you just hate that?” I waited for days watching the wild raspberries (I guess they are really called wineberries) out my window, waiting for that one day when they were ripe and I could go pick a few, just for the taste. I woke up one morning and they were gone. I went out and there was one berry left, and I couldn’t eat it. I looked down and there were deer tracks in the dirt. On the other side of the coin, I was grateful that the berries were there for the deer, that I have such a wonderful setting for wildlife right in my own back yard, and I get to share.
Well, no wild berries from my backyard this year, but the presence of much beauty. If there is disappointment in anticipation in your life today, I hope it is of this kind. Blessings.
- Beautiful Berries, Caring Craft (homeandgardenwelcome.wordpress.com)
- Berry Delicious and Puppy Love (terrilouwhocooks.wordpress.com)
- July 10: Hitting the raspberry motherload (gardenbooyah.wordpress.com)
- Raspberries; A Moment in Thyme (perjoy.wordpress.com)