This morning early I hung out clothes.
It seemed like it might rain, but it did not. Most things dried except for a
few that had thicker spots. That was all good.
In the afternoon I drove to Ely to
pick service berries. Unfortunately the birds beat me to all but a handful. When
I had checked on Thursday after work, I thought Saturday would be the best
time. Wrong. Hungry birds do not wait for total ripeness. It was cool because I
saw a bird eating away in the top of the tree. It gave a clear view of how it
stretched to get the entire berry in its mouth. I decided it was ok because birds
get hungry too and they cannot go to the grocery store to buy anything.
Another friend said, “Come pick our
strawberries while we are gone.”
They also were not quite as plentiful
as I had thought they might be. I wonder if someone else is also picking
although she had not mentioned it. They are delicious. It is like the finest
thing to have these strawberries fresh from the vine. I thought about my
childhood. I enjoyed them then too, but certainly grumbled about the work
involved. Now I am just grateful.
Tonight I decided to take a long walk
even thought the air was still, however the dark clouds were quite high. Later lower
clouds blew in as well as some thunder and lightning. When I was about four or
five blocks I left the bike/walking trail and took to the sidewalk because it
would be shorter. When I was three blocks away the rain started coming down. I picked
up the pace. As the drops became larger and more profuse I even started to run
from time to time. First I covered my pocket which held the phone and finally I
doubled the pocket over to put more fabric between the phone and the rain. I was
so happy to step onto the porch where I paced back and forth to help my heart
rate come down in a more normal beat.
Paula
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