Summer Glimmers Through

Its late summer and the last of the blackberries are ripening on their armored canes. I see the black droops reflected in my daughter’s hazel eyes, the stain of the sweet juice around her mouth, and the delight in her face. We pick slowly and methodically, mostly avoiding the stick of the thorns, drop the fruit into our baskets and move on down the fence row. She holds the basket, nibbling away contentedly, while I harvest the fruit, staining my own hands deep purple.

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I look down at my stained hands and feel the hot sun on the back of my neck. “The last vestiges of summer”, I think to myself. Pick, drop, eat, pick, drop, eat. Our bounty increases despite the near constant nibbling of the basket holder. She looks down at the ripened blackberries and says, “Let’s save these and make blackberry muffins for my birthday.”  I ponder this for a moment, because her birthday is in January many months away and wonder whether we will be able to constrain our appetites long enough to save any. After returning to the house, we rinse the spider webs off the berries and put them into the freezer for a mid-winter treat, just as she suggested. I pause, gazing westward into the setting sun. It glimmers through the trees and I see for the first time that the berries too contain the sun’s glimmer. In their sweetness is preserved the essence of summer – the heat and intensity of our sun, and the warmth of the soil. And we keep a little bit of summer, in the freezer, which will last through autumn and on into the darkness of winter. In this way, we will thaw out on last bit of summer’s heat in the form of ripened blackberries and celebrate another full turning of our planet marked in the lines on our faces, the stains on our hands and in the ages of our daughters. I see summer’s light glimmering through it all.

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2 Comments on “Summer Glimmers Through”

  1. Kelly says:

    I don’t know what’s sweeter, the blackberries or those precious girls 🙂 They’re adorable! Your writing reminds me of the wonderful book “Blueberries for Sal”. Your girls would love it. Enjoy the berries. We just made the last of our berries into jam.


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