Last night I futzed in the garden: a little tomato trimming, a little beet thinning, a little raspberry picking. I had intended to begin (again) listening to War and Peace, but both my iPod and MP3 needed charging.
Well, I thought, I guess I’ll just think. I don’t know why, but when I think in the garden I get all philosophical. Not like Kierkegaard or Kant: just some elementary, didactic, flannel-graph object lessons.
Here’s what I thought, just to prove that anyone could write those little Everything I Need to Know books.
What Raspberries Teach Me About Life
1. The best position is to bend down low and look up.
2. Stretching beyond your reach is worth it.
3. Don’t be afraid of of a few scratches.
4. Work is its own reward, but a fresh raspberry popped in the mouth is a bonus.
5. The dried up raspberries represent lost opportunities. Don’t despair. Keep moving. Every life has *bushels* of lost opportunities. Pluck them off and feed them to the dog.
6. One can’t overstate the benefit of looking at a situation from many different angles. Both sides now.
7. Even when you are certain you’ve picked every ripe raspberry –even then– there’s always more jewels waiting to be found.
8. Corollary: another person will be able to see what you can’t.
9. Cultivating raspberries, which are essentially a weed, requires no great skill. God made the plants, sent the sun, gave the rain. The fruit is a gift.
10. Early risers have moral high ground; sunset, however, is a superlative harvest setting.
11. Raspberries mature at different rates from others in the same cluster. When they reach fruition, they are sweet, regardless if they are early or late. Like people.
12. Ripe berries don’t need to be persuaded. The softest touch and they are ready to leave! If the berry resists, wait. A little time, a little sun, a little water, a little patience. The readiness is all.
What would I do with a bowl of fresh raspberries?1) Eat them plain, as you suggest.2) Mix them with vanilla yogurt.3) Use them in a berry trifle.4) Make a sauce to serve over ice cream.5) Freeze some for winter.
great post! There is nothing like freshly picked fruit to make you remember how good life is.
lovely, carol. i miss you. i feel detached. it’s a season.hugs from bboo.ps – we went to the circus museum yesterday. WORTH IT ALL. what a place!
“Flannel-graph philosophy” — I kind of like that sort. Thanks for the lessons. You don’t learn any of those when you buy them at the store…
I’ve been picking raspberries this summer, too. I planted them 3 years ago and this is the first season I’ve had a substantial supply. hmmm, wonder if there’s a lesson there, too, in the waiting? LOL, I’ll have to ask my husband–he can find a sermon in everything! I enjoyed your “earthy” wisdom, Carol.
I love this post, great reminder. And yum, enjoy the raspberries.