The Blacker the Berry

Some say, “the blacker the berry... the sweeter the juice...” I say the darker the flesh, the deeper the roots.” -Tupac

Took the kids blueberry and string bean picking today. My weather app said it would be about 79/80 degrees out there when we went, but in the hot sun, at times it felt like 100. We went there to kick off some outdoor COVID safe summer activities... and the kids had a blast, but I can’t lie... As soon as my feet hit that dirt and the hot sun blinded my eyes, I couldn’t help but think about our ancestors. No wonder they wanted to wait to have children until they were free. Many toddlers had to be out in the field alongside their mothers...many had to pick cotton or sugarcane themselves... can you imagine? Here I am, voluntarily bringing my two babies into an open field to pick farm produce for FUN. I have much to be thankful for. Especially being able to sit them down afterwards for icecream cones, the ability to drive them home when the heat became too much, and once home, plopping them into nice hot bubble baths, and then tucking them into comfortable beds...their own personal beds... There is just so much that burdens my heart today, and along side that, so much to be thankful for.