“The simple everyday experiences become the doorway to new thoughts and inspirations.”
― E.A. Bucchianeri
Yesterday we joined friends at Sweet Berry Farm just outside of Marble Falls, Texas.
I’m nearly 65 years old and I have to say, I’ve never ever been in a strawberry field.
It was incredible.
I saw rows of strawberry plants which stretched here, there and everywhere.
In my mind, I heard The Beetles song, “Strawberry Fields Forever,” playing over and over–forever.
Since this was our first time picking berries, Michael and I listened to basic instructions before we picked up our brilliantly white flat and headed out to harvest our very own strawberries.
Where did we even start–it was crazy to see mound after mound of berries–some plants still flowering, some had small unripened berries, and many were full of bright red strawberries.
It wasn’t only the berries that entertained us. Because Michael and I are people watchers, it did not take us long to realize we had just been planted (pun intended) in a new type of environment.
The parking lot alone made it obvious this was soon going to become a very busy place. The groaning of engines we recognized as that distinct grind of a school bus–several of them–heralded the arrival of many many school children.
Our relative peace and quiet was replaced by chatter and giggles.
The school kids joined those of us already roaming.
There were little clusters of the elderly–walking slowly and carefully down the rows where they critically judged the plants before determining if what they saw was worth the physical effort of bending over. There were the seasoned visitors with two or more red stained flats stretching and quickly plucking plump berries from both sides of the rows. Then there were those first timers, like us, who were hesitated, peering carefully at each plant as we bent over and rustled our way into the ripening berries.
My favorite fellow harvesters, though, were the moms with children in tow.
Moms truly are examples of God’s best work and grace in action. What a treat to watch them navigate the challenges of the field–literally and figuratively. I could hear different moms patiently answer the barrage questions as they walked slowly behind the toddler or raced after the four-year-old. It was like listening to a chorus singing in an echo chamber–all around me I’d hear questions being asked of each mom at different stages–mom, is this one ready followed quickly by, how about this one? All those questions were answered in that soft, patient mom voice, advising them to leave that one for later or praising them for the beautiful find.
Thanks, Dayne and Donna, for coming over and taking us out to Sweet Berry Farms. What a treat–walking rows of ripening strawberries, picking and eating our way along while being entertained by bundles of pure energy presented to us in the form of God’s children displayed in so many varied ages, shapes and sizes.
“Simple things relieve eyes; simple things ease mind, simple things create meditation, simple things are simply miraculous!”
God bless you all. Have a safe and wonder filled weekend.