Fresh Ripe Berries
by Meg Wilkinson
July 26, 2007
Someone left two small baskets of fresh ripe berries on my porch today while I was out. One was strawberries, the other raspberries.
That was such a lovely gesture. And there was no note.
Now, and this is the amazing thing that just makes me want to go hug strangers: I can't figure out who left the berries because I can think of at least a half a dozen people it might have been.
For all the cynicism and loss of hope and frustration and everything else in the course of an ordinary life, this just makes me stop and feel so incredibly blessed and hopeful for the fate of humanity.
Yes, it's raining and the world has gone mad.
But in spite of everything, someone left fresh ripe berries on my porch today.
About the author:
I'm 53 and married, trying to become a published novelist and finally learning how to play trumpet. You can read about my passion for playing trumpet at http://www.learningmusician.com/features/0507/Trumpet/. I also share my home with the world's best dog, Cody.
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