In an email today my son-in-law, Eric, reminded me that he likes to enjoy the simple pleasures of life.
I am able to do that to excess.
For example, instead of enjoying one raspberry from the bushes at the top of the road, I made a meal of the fruit that was on the vine this morning. I literally stripped the bushes.
Breakfast = one pint of raspberries.
I saw the dogwood at the end of the raspberry bushes.
The flowers have now turned to a clump of berries with a beautiful turquoise colour.
I have been wondering if I should cut the lower branches of the tree, so that children who run past the rock and down by the stream would have a clearer path.
Which is more fun: to duck under a branch or to fly down the path unhindered by leaves and berries?
The third simple pleasure of the morning happened when I was out looking at Lot 10 with Marcia and Glen.
He pointed out some bear scat.
Then I saw a broken fruit tree and wondered if it was last night’s wind that had done the damage.
“Probably the bear going up the tree for fruit,” he said.
That is when I recognized the third simple pleasure: being with someone who can put bear scat and broken tree limbs into the same equation.
And that is also when I decided to take his offer of a bear bell to tie on my wrist when I walk the paths alone.