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.