Good morning, dear readers! Or good afternoon, or good evening, depending on when you're reading this.
Mother's Day was this past weekend. It is a day of great sadness for most Disney characters and great happiness for a good deal of real-life people. Personally, I spent it with my own mother and grandmother. We went for a walk in the nearby park.
Now, this is sort of a strange park. A good friend of mine refuses to go to this park unless she's accompanied by someone with a firearm because drug deals apparently happen there. I grew up across the street from a drug dealer (quite by accident, but you never know what sort of neighbors you'll have when you live near Chicago) so I'm a bit less wary.
There's a splash park there. It's a lot of fun, especially when you're fully clothed and make a spur-of-the-moment decision to get wet anyway. Plus, watching little kids running through the sprinklers is always fun. There's also a normal park, which doesn't get used very often in the summer because we live in Texas and the world is too hot to enjoy unless it's six in the morning or you're at least partially underwater.
There's also a .8-mile walking trail. Part of it is shaded, and it leads through some very scenic open fields. The best part of the walking trail, however, are the mulberry trees.
It was only last year that I discovered the mulberry trees. I first noticed the horde of purple specks on the sidewalk. Then, I looked up to see a whole bunch of berries on about three consecutive trees. Red berries, purplish-black berries, green berries that looked quite a bit like caterpillars. I didn't know what they were, so I took out my cellphone and opened the handy-dandy Google app.
I didn't die after eating them. And besides, 99% of composite (blackberry-esque) berries are edible. So cheers.
It's always fun to pick berries. In fact, that's why I enjoyed growing tomatoes. I didn't like eating them--I still don't. But picking them was tons of fun. Picking mulberries with my mom was lots of fun.
Making memories like that is kind of the point of life. It's the little things--watching the sun set while knitting, making little kids laugh, picking wildflowers--that add a little fun to life.
What's something little that you enjoy doing? Let me know in the comments below! God bless you, dear readers, and don't forget to leave a review on Amazon!
M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.