In year four of our raspberry harvest we have hit fantastic yields. Especially since we didn't prune them as we should have. Last week we began pulling about a cup a day. The past two days we've netted about six cups a day We have twice as many raspberries in various stages of maturity and I'm guessing we've got at least another full week or two. Our roughly $50.00 investment and few punctures and pokes are paying dividends.
The blueberries. Not quite as happy. But I'm a big fan of the raspberries.
Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.