finding balance, seeking joy

Today was our long-awaited, first time ever picking blueberries.  The blueberry farm was gorgeous, nestled in the hills.  The blueberries were delectable, sun-warmed and juicy.  It was also very hot and Sylvia got stung on the wrist by a bee.  Camille felt light-headed and the bushes were a bit picked over.  So we quit early and bought some comb honey to indulge in since we had only picked about $3 worth of blueberries (that actually made it into the buckets).  

One of the serious blueberry pickers called me a brave woman for bringing out my three girls, and I told him that if I follow their lead, it all works out, and it did in its own way.  Everyone ate their fill straight off of the bushes.

Later at home, we planted 15 golden raspberry canes, and we have been feasting on watermelon, peaches, and all manner of garden / CSA veggies.  Summer abundance is upon us.  So what did we have for dinner? Pizza, at a restaurant...with air-conditioning.  We are not purists, but joy-seekers.

all done planting

Now at the end of the day, there is (8yo) chattering, giggling, TV-watching, (4 yo) Papa-snuggling, (1 yo) milky-breath, nursing to sleep in Mama's arms while she blogs :)  Life is good...sometimes sweaty, bee-stung, and tired, but full-of-goodness nonetheless.

...and after each falling asleep in a parent's arms, there is this...

goodliness