Translation: we picked as many blueberries as we possibly could for about two hours.
Naturally, I tapped out before she did.
Naturally, my mom's bucket was twice as full as mine.
I am obviously not cut out for such intense picking.
But, in the midst of our blueberry picking frenzy I enjoyed taking in the sounds of the morning. It really is a peaceful thing to hear the birds chirping and to still see the dew on all the blueberry plants.
I am thankful for summer mornings like that. The ones where you witness the day beginning. It's almost as if you are a silent spectator to what happens every single morning.
So, even though my bucket of blueberries came in short, I got to spend a morning with my mother in God's perfect creation.