The art of picking berries

I went for a walk tonight to pick blackberries. The sky was cloudy, hazy and bright. In anticipation I walked eagerly to where only us locals know where they are in the middle of this industrial neighborhood. It was getting dark, but not so dark I couldn't see the sweet, plump shiny berries glistening. I held onto my little container and couldn't wait to fill it!! As I filled it a sense of satisfaction came over me as I thought about all the things I could make with these berries. I remembered when I used to pick berries in Victoria- but I have never brought a container and filled it- I usually eat the berries on my walks, which is fine but then you can't enjoy them later, right? I really wanted to go pick the berries with Aaron but I figure that maybe this is kinda a "girly" thing to do- and nonetheless I enjoyed picking the berries alone, the whole time ideas for poems rushed through my head, and I thought about my nursing instructor who passed away and how she might just be looking down from heaven as I picked the berries- who knows? maybe berry picking was something she liked to do when she spent her summers in Kelowna? I've been thinking about her a lot since I heard of her death- and I think that I will always remember how much pride she took in knowing she was helping shape us nursing students into excellent nurses. I will always think of her as "a force not be be reckoned with" not in a bad way but in a good way in that she was a fighter and we should all be so lucky to have just a fraction of that amazing spirit of hers. I only wish I knew her longer, asked her more questions, knew more about her....

Anyways better think about heading to bed soon as I have work tomorrow then I can't wait to go to the drive in movies in Aldergrove tomorrow night!!