We were out in the garden yesterday doing last bits of clean up. It was cold and blustery and I had witnessed a few snow flakes the day before.
And then I saw the blackberries. Apparently, they didn't get the memo. Not only was there fresh ripe fruit, but they are loaded...this in spite of a couple of frosts, lots of cold nights, and certainly a whole lot of neglect.
So I brought in a branch. They don't ripen like a tomato, but I thought they were rather lovely. And needed some warmth.
We enjoyed the ripe ones for breakfast. On October 25th. Not bad!!
Reminds me of some people I know. Two especially in our close family circle who are fighting cancer. Who are taking chemotherapy. It doesn't really matter what season it is. They are both determined, and giving up isn't part of their vocabulary.
Yes, there are seasons of life. I know that all so well. But I see the parallel.. While there is life to live, it is lived with determination. With zest. My mom is one of those people. This week she is helping an "elderly" lady move. She cooked us dinner last night, just because it was her turn. She determines not only to live, but to live fully, in spite of personal storms, bleak forecasts and often a tired body that isn't always cooperating.
So I look at my blackberries and I think about mom. Today is a gift. There are blackberries on the vine. There is a life to live...