a sweet routine

It's that time of year.  The time of year when the blueberry bushes out back are coming into their own, and they need attention.

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.