T-shirt: “I can remember when people went through a whole day without taking a picture of anything.” 😁
OTOH, we saw a "Miss Marple" episode last night where the characters were referencing a painting while they tracked down clues. So they carried around THE ENTIRE PAINTING — frame and all, all over some village and surrounding countryside. Because it was the 1950s, and what else were they going to do?
Alas, I have never been picking for wild berries in the wild. Closest I've come is wild strawberries in my own yard. But I get to enjoy the flowers (tiny delicate yellow blooms) and the fruit in situ, so there's that.
My bowl is overflowing… The crazy thing is, it doesn’t seem to matter how much I pour out, my life has become so abundant, I don’t feel like it’s lacking anything.
Every time I return to this blog, or another, I walk away with a bowl so full of berries that I have to take care not to spill them on the way out…
I have slowly become open to everything and attached to nothing, at least as it relates to whatever I’m experiencing or creating.
I am no longer afraid of the blank page as either words or images always show up with the help of my muses or yours!
Time to dip my paw into the gratitude pot the same way Pooh dipped his in the “Hunny.”
I wish I could take credit for the idea but it’s something I picked up from Wayne Dyer. He also said, nobody knows enough to be a pessimist. I like that!
Black raspberries, right? Growing up we mostly picked blackberries - elongated somewhat. On a really good day we sometimes found boysenberries. Both growing wild. I can relate to Tal’s battle scars!
Yes! Black raspberries. My mental shorthand will probably always think of them as blackberries. 😉
I’ve only had “real” wild blackberries once that I can recall. I was on a walk with friends in central Wisconsin. The berries were growing roadside., warm from the sun. Yum!
T-shirt: “I can remember when people went through a whole day without taking a picture of anything.” 😁
OTOH, we saw a "Miss Marple" episode last night where the characters were referencing a painting while they tracked down clues. So they carried around THE ENTIRE PAINTING — frame and all, all over some village and surrounding countryside. Because it was the 1950s, and what else were they going to do?
Alas, I have never been picking for wild berries in the wild. Closest I've come is wild strawberries in my own yard. But I get to enjoy the flowers (tiny delicate yellow blooms) and the fruit in situ, so there's that.
Isn’t it amazing that we can take a picture any time… without waiting for results! And such high quality, too!
Also amazing that we are all blessed with a wide array of life experiences, that we can share and tell each other about. 😊
My bowl is overflowing… The crazy thing is, it doesn’t seem to matter how much I pour out, my life has become so abundant, I don’t feel like it’s lacking anything.
Every time I return to this blog, or another, I walk away with a bowl so full of berries that I have to take care not to spill them on the way out…
I have slowly become open to everything and attached to nothing, at least as it relates to whatever I’m experiencing or creating.
I am no longer afraid of the blank page as either words or images always show up with the help of my muses or yours!
Time to dip my paw into the gratitude pot the same way Pooh dipped his in the “Hunny.”
#Grateful for all of YOU!
Happy 4th of July! ❤️🤍💙
“Open to everything and attached to nothing.” Well said!
Ha! I’ve no doubt Wise Winnie left paw prints all over my child’s mind!
I wish I could take credit for the idea but it’s something I picked up from Wayne Dyer. He also said, nobody knows enough to be a pessimist. I like that!
Black raspberries, right? Growing up we mostly picked blackberries - elongated somewhat. On a really good day we sometimes found boysenberries. Both growing wild. I can relate to Tal’s battle scars!
Have a berry fruitful Fourth!
Yes! Black raspberries. My mental shorthand will probably always think of them as blackberries. 😉
I’ve only had “real” wild blackberries once that I can recall. I was on a walk with friends in central Wisconsin. The berries were growing roadside., warm from the sun. Yum!
Happy 4th Gary!