Not a lot, mind you. But some regular attention. And so, on most evenings I slip outside after dinner. The air is cooler then, calm. For a few minutes I quietly pick blueberries. It's taking me little longer these days, as there are more berries ready every single time.
I've come to love these quiet moments: harvesting goodness, tending my sweet bushes. They're a chance to catch my breath, breathe the fresh air, and have a moment of quiet.
Of course, there are times when the family ends up following me outdoors as well. Those evenings are delightful too, but in a different way. The kids frolic together, the happiest I've seen them all day - while my husband and I sit on the patio, hold hands, and talk.
Either way, I'm relishing these times of delicious summer evenings and blueberries.