sweet

 

Life is not easy for any of us, me included, but yesterday was especially tough.  It seemed everything was a battle, everything was a struggle, nothing came easy.  It was just... hard.  The kind of day where you lose your perspective and start to feel a little sorry for yourself.

I hate those days.

So after wading through a handful of chores for hours that should have taken me minutes, I headed outside.  I fed the chickens and watered the ducks and checked on the guineas, and there behind the guinea coop were blackberry bushes still with a few ripe fruits on them.

 

The fruits on our wild bushes aren't pretty and voluptuous like the cultivated varieties.  They're guarded heavily by thorns, kind of misshapen, and undeniably small, but when you get enough of them they're just as sweet.

And it hit me.

That's kind of how it goes with life, isn't it?

Maybe it isn't pretty and perfect or quite as big as you'd like it, but when you gather up those misshapen moments, those hard-fought pleasures, it's incredibly sweet.

 

And often, you find wonderful things along the way that you weren't expecting at all.

And that's the thought I'll carry with me.

Happy Tuesday, everyone.