My bank account is anything but fat. In fact, I think it is anorexic. Still I think I am rich. One of the luxuries I get to enjoy is walking into the forest just minutes away from our house to pick wild blueberries. I have picked many pails full since I found my own secret spot. They are big, juicy, give me blue fingers and are full of antioxidants. I feel myself getting healthy while I pick them. Honest truth.
While picking the berries I enjoy the luxury of quiet. I only hear the birds singing, sending messages back and forht about what to bring on their journey back to southern Spain where they will spend winter. For me it is a time to reflect and to dream.
Next to me you will find our dog, Marley. He loves blueberries. Like a cow eating fresh grass in the spring, he is bent over the blueberry patches, chowing it down. He frequently makes it over to my patch and starts eating where I was picking. “Go away, sucker!” I say, and point in the direction of some dried raspberry bushes. But mostly we stay friends and enjoy each other’s company.
I looked through a children’s book today that is about being thankful.With great illustrations it lists all the things we have to be thankful for. A good reminder in a time when we are mostly concerned with talking about what we don’t have, and not focusing on what we have.
I don’t have a new car, and won’t be able to afford one until I win a lottery. I don’t have the coat that I think I need, and it seems like I won’t afford it until it goes on sale because it is out of style. I don’t have a boat and a cabin and a leather sofa. But I have free blueberries in the forest, a closet full of clothes, a car that runs and a house that keeps me dry, warm and comfortable. And when I think of it, I don’t need any more stuff. But I would like some more berries in the freezer for the long winter to come.
I think I will take my dog and my pail and go for a walk to the forest.