Sunday, December 14, 2014

BERRY STORIES

                                          Sweet Surprises

        It is amazing what jogs your memory and even more amazing what the memories are that are remembered.
I just finished eating a bowl of fresh blueberries with cereal. Note the order of blueberries and cereal! Looking at the carton of big lush blueberries, I noted they came from Canada. A sudden flashback had me back on a trip to Nova Scotia eleven years ago.  The particular city is a haze, but the amused expression on the waitress’s face as she watched  me savor a large cereal bowl full of nothing but fresh blueberries with a bit of milk is as clear as if it were yesterday. I could not resist returning to the buffet table for more savory berries, but limited myself to a half bowlful. Leaving the dining room I smiled at the waitress and muttered a thank you to which she replied, "I’m glad you enjoyed your berries.".
           
 And how one memory leads to another! Another trip, and a couple of years later. I was walking the streets in St. Andrews, Scotland and stopped in one of my favorite haunts—a foreign grocery store. Before long I spied a box of fresh raspberries. It’s a tossup which of these two berries is my favorite.
I bought the berries and headed down the street concentrating on eating one berry after another.
Even unwashed, they tasted wonderful.  By the time I reached the corner, I was holding an empty box! Fortunately there was a trash can on the corner. I deposited the empty box, contemplated going back to the store to buy another but continued down the street looking in the golf shops instead. Not being a golfer you can imagine which activity was the most fun!
    
  In both Kinsale, Ireland and somewhere in the Cotswolds while hiking we came upon blackberries growing next to the path. Both times the berries were big, ripe, and juicy. Do I have to tell you that the hiking slowed considerably as I managed to pick and consume probably close to a cup of berries. And as I write this I just remembered another instance in Ireland of finding berries as we walked down a narrow lane to a castle. I do remember that those berries were ripe but not as big as the rainfall in the area was less. However, I still enjoyed the berries.

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