Raspberries and blueberries

It is now late summer and here is what anchors her: picking the raspberries and blueberries.

Now that they are ripe, harvesting them is something like the north arrow of her day.

I mean, I'll build those raised beds and blog about covering them.

But it doesn't occur to me this time of the year that, hey: get out there and pick those berries!

But for her, it's a kind of homing call. After a long day at work, she comes back and has her dinner (which I make -- remember: I'm just a professor with no body of knowledge, so I'm home earlier).

And then she goes out with a metal bowl ...

... and picks those raspberries and blueberries.

Afterwards they are spread out atop the butcher block counter, and she sorts them like little jewels into bowls of red and blue.

Logos2Go

Mark 4.26-29 And he said, “The kingdom of God is as if a man should scatter seed on the ground. He sleeps and rises night and day, and the seed sprouts and grows; he knows not how. (For) the earth produces by itself, first the blade, then the ear, then the full grain in the ear. But when the grain is ripe, at once he puts in the sickle, because the harvest has come.