the summer of love, it was really the summer of love
by jackie g. - August 25th, 2010.Filed under: Uncategorized.
One would think that after losing the loves of my 2010 summer, I’d mention them first in the latest blog posting. After all, they’ve only been gone three days. Bennett and Elizabeth returned to school last Friday. But it isn’t the first thing that comes to mind to me today. (The first thing that comes to mind is, “Who is going to pick all those tomatoes now?”)
I ended today accidentally picking raspberries. I stopped by Morningstar Farm to leave a jar of jam we made from their raspberries and expected to leave in a hurry headed for home. They’ve recently had a tragedy in their home, and I thought some jam from their own berries might help to cheer them up. First, I surprised myself just by stopping in the first place. I usually don’t have time for such pleasantries. Leaving a jar of jam for a friend in need. Not me. But I did.
Then, on my way out, I opted to turn left into the raspberry field instead of left on to the road home. I stayed for over an hour in the fading sun, shaking and plucking raspberries from the old growth bushes on County T. I wore a skirt and high heeled sandals and smacked mosquitos from my arms, legs and face. It wasn’t a planned trip. I stayed for the peace. I didn’t have time really, but I made a few moments. Me and a few strangers picked quietly in the field without disturbing one another.
It was an amazing hour or so, the first like it in many years.
