In the twilight of my days, my mind wanders a bit. It has led me back to this place of my youth…an old berry patch.
The tangled prickly vines are a fitting metaphor for the path a life must take. Broad, heavy leaves sprout from those creepers like the choices and memories made along that way. The berries, not fully ripe, taste bittersweet on my tongue.
It is a stark reminder to me there can be no light without dark, no joy without sadness, no beginning without an end in life. Such exquisite truisms found in a simple berry patch!