Sometimes Joy Tastes Like Summer

Drifting through a recent day, unhurried, I take time with my parents visiting from the city. We spend the morning at a local orchard, picking peaches and blackberries. Joy seems like bursting-ripe fruit, ours for the taking...so we do, again and again.

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Home again, we peel, chop, make cobbler. Then we eat of life until we've had our fill. Finished, we rest and think of how days like these come once in awhile, in just the right season...and that makes them all the sweeter.

 

Comments

[Jennifer]

That looks like so much fun! That photograph of the berries is so beautiful... what amazing colors!

[Cathy Davis]

I was trying to figure out if this was your orchard :-). (Ummm...I'm guessing you're at an U-Pick place because why else would you have a plastic bucket like that?)

I got the book today - thank you!! So tickled to receive it. Thank you!

[Sally Garrod]

What beautiful pictures of the fruit. It feels like you could pick it out of the screen. Is it a Christian orchard as the last photo has a large wooden 'LORD' sculture? Beautiful! God is good!