1. […] This is not the first time a day has been overthrown by a berry message from this particular friend. Every year, she seems to go away for a few days just when the berries are (as she has taught me to say) “as big as your thumb.” She has a thicket that spreads over the forgotten corners of the property around her farmhouse, and some of my favorite berry picking has been in those corners, in moments when it seems there are more berries than leaves or thorns or butterflies or any of the other things that take up the space. So I put on my boots, and off I went. […]

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