berries, meadows, stars

Dear berry season in Oregon,

I love you.

I picked the most beautiful blueberries yesterday, and then put on an apron and made jelly.
Hopefully my friends and family will not be killed by botulism. (fruit can't do that, don't worry).
You can't walk around here without grazing as you go-- berries everywhere.

I went early morning berry picking here on the property and found a new piece of old growth forest that was filled with huge boulders and moss, someone had already been there and made a small shrine.

When my dish was full of thimble berries I went back to the meadow and was delightfully surprised by a sunrise kiss. I'm so tired of the uncertainty.

Last night when my eyes were tired from reading I lay in the meadow as about a gozillion stars came out. Unfortunately they didn't have many answers for me, only more questions.