Give Thanks

I've just come in from the garden. It's getting dark. I needed a little time there after a long day of racing, stressful thoughts stemming from a Facebook convo with friends about climate change doom and hope.

I wanted to pick a few raspberries. To my delight, the wild trailing blackberries are ripe, and picking these gifts with the towhee singing on the phone lines put me at ease. Even though I don't know if the towhee's song is a happy or sorrowful one, I am thankful for it as I gathered the wild berries, which I did absolutely nothing to cultivate, or deserve. I just thought, "give thanks, give thanks," and mentally I did. To the wind and the sun and the land and the water and the plants and whatever other forces are in play to put these berries in my basket.

Next to this particular patch of blackberries I have some camas growing in a corner. I noticed how the pods perfectly hold the seeds, open to view. I think if camas didn't want us to cultivate it, it wouldn't show us its' seeds so readily.

I found a few white strawberries too, from a couple of plants given to me by a friend who is a seed starter. That's her thing - starting seeds. (Check out her FB page if you are into permaculture plants - https://www.facebook.com/groups/hobbeeedenonarden/) They taste like candy! I finally got to the raspberries, and even found a few thimbles in the patch I wrote about a few days ago.

I feel at peace now. Thank you. I think I can relax and go to bed now... after I listen to this!