So, yesterday morning I went out blackberry picking with my mother out at the farm where I worked last summer. We each filled a little white basket, although mine was heaped a bit higher. Although sunny and rather hot, it was incredibly peaceful and quiet out in the rows of blackberry bushes-- we were practically the only two people there, and had spread out, so I was alone with the hum of insects and the occasional bird noise and my thoughts... and of course, the blackberries. It was nice being in the midst of nature and picking sun warmed fat black berries. I felt positively Earth-motherly.
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