Yesterday, we took my 19 month-old daughter to pick blueberries. She took to it right away, planting herself in front of the bushes that grew to just her height and just shoveling them into her mouth. Unlike the famous children's book Blueberries for Sal, we didn't even bother to give her her own tin pail. Sometimes, she just grabbed handfuls out of our bucket. Seriously, that child was aiming to eat her weight in blueberries. Despite my worries that she would have a very upset tummy later (she did not), it was a delight to see. I think we can count yesterday as the day she learned what the color blue was (as opposed to green "yucky" unripe berries).
Since then, I've been thinking about abundance. We spent two hours going from plant to plant. Picking blueberries is a constant exercise in delight and discovery. Look, there's a perfect one! Look how round, how big, how blue it is! There's another! There's the pleasantly tactile activity of plucking the berries, the slight tug as they pull free from the plant and tumble into your bucket.
I am grateful to be alive.
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