Ivan and I have been picking blueberries from our own bushes in our own backyard. The bushes are probably fifty years old, planted by Ivan’s dad before he was born. The blueberry skin is velvety on my fingers, like flower petals. The berries an explosion of flavor on my tongue. Ivan says this is a very poor year for blueberries, but since I have never known the good years, I feel rich.
I have been reading a book one of you recommended after a recent post. And no, not all my moments in this harried summer are idyllic and lovely–but I wish that they were. That’s why I cherish the few I have, and post pictures of them.
I thank you all who commented so kindly on my last post, where I shared about my miscarriage. Ivan and I read all of them, many more than once. We appreciate your care.
When I was a kid and we were in western MD visiting, we went blueberry pickin’ in WV. Biggest best blueberries ever!
Mmmm. Mmmm. Mmmm. So good.
Summer is so quickly passing by. Our Bishop of Methodist churches has said not to have indoor services to protect the elderly and frail among us. Ozaukee County has 80,000 people total but Covid keeps raising from community exposure. One small Pentecostal Church near us used social distancing in the service and were over confident that indoor church was safe and they had no people testing positive. They had a birthday party at a home in the backyard all from the same church. One young man in his 20’s who had allergies was there. They ate in the back yard. A few weeks later 23 from this small church got Covid. Looking back they said that they caught up in a popular idea that the protecting hand of the Holy Spirit would protect them from Covid. Then remembered that God sends the rain on the just and unjust alike. This too will pass. Sincerely, Susan.
Wow, quite an experience for one small church, Susan. That is crazy. Thank you for sharing that story.
Hey, I love to see that you’re reading that book! That series is incredible!!! I think my favorite is “All the Days Past All the Days to Come”.