Let the beauty we love,
be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground."
The Farmwife Diaries
In the blueberry field this morning with my 4 year old boy, I say, “Did you know there is a star in the center of the berry?” I show him the starry perforated pattern at the juncture where the berry meets the stem. I am thinking of native blueberry folklore and how one tribal name for the fruit was apparently “starberry.” But my boy replies, “It’s a window!” I love it when little kids utter offbeat things that sound especially wise. If the calyx of the blueberry is a window, then it opens to reveal a field of joy to my boy.
Just when you think the world cannot get any greener around here…spring comes. Green is the defining color of our physical space on the farm, so much so that I wonder how the colors of the world around us shape our emotions? Certainly, aside from temperature and other physical extremes, I would feel differently living in the red rock canyons of Utah or in the stark white of Arctic ice sheets. I suspect that the content of our dreams and the possibilities of our imaginations are tinted by the wavelengths of light reflected in our immediate environment.