Ripe for the Picking
As kids growing up we would pile into the family car for the Sunday drive. Living in the city this was most often a trip into the country where we could connect with nature.
The car rides would seem endless and there were no videos, iPhones or iPads. We would play I Spy and word games to pass the time and maybe stop for a picnic on the way.
Once there, we’d fish for tadpoles, walk in the woods picking bluebells and our favorite would be plucking those wild blackberries from the brambles and eating them on the way home.
Hedgerows of brambles
The highlight of our summer
Picking blackberries
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Merrill is hosting Haibun Monday at D’Verse
tonight and she has challenged us with writing
about Nature and she shared some words with
us as prompts. I chose ‘bramble’
Summer vacation, car rides, boredom… and oh the heaven that aaits, to be in a place bigger than the world, and sweeter. well written.
Thank you so much Lona. It was fun growing up! 🙂
I love to pick all kind of berries… here it would mostly be the wild blueberries …
Oh that is fun too! I did that in Maine a couple of years ago 🙂
Lovely memories–this makes me think of the times we took our daughters to pick berries (so thank you). 🙂
Thank you so much Merrill. Yes, those are aways special memories for families 💕🙂
<3
This has a fresh, summery feeling, throughout.
Thank you 😊
There is so much fun in enjoying nature and the simply things. Great reminder of those moments
Thank you Camille 🙂 I still enjoy those time things, except it’s now Mangoes!!
I love mangoes!
They were definitely goods times, we were fortunate kids…………
On reflection, yes we were. I never lost that excitement for nature 💕🙂
Golden memories, Christine <3
Yes! Thanks Lisa 🙂💕
YW 🙂
Though I grew up in the country, this reminds me of picking strawberries with my nana. Made me smile. 🍓 😎
Great memories Crystal 🙂💕
Nice memories. The simpler times…
Thank you. Yes for sure 🙂💕