Like avocados and halibut, blackberries were one of those delicious foods I discovered as an adult, instantly fell in love with and have been gobbling up ever since.
Short of having an avocado grove and a private island surrounded by schools of halibut, I feel very fortunate to have blackberry bushes in my backyard. They sun-ripen sporadically between July and August, so I have snacks when I’m doing summer yard work. They are fun-shaped and yummy. They make me happy.
Plenty of pleasant memories come to mind around blackberries, but my favorite is the August my brother and sis-in-law were visiting. I remember us plucking a small bucket of them. I gave them a good rinse and Sis made a gluten-free blackberry cobbler that was so remarkable we greedily ate it fresh from the oven standing in my kitchen.
Like blackberries, there are people I didn’t come to appreciate until later in life too, and I can’t seem to get enough of them either.
Maybe I had to wait for a part of me to ripen, but now I really value:
- People with sunshine in their spirits, who quietly light a room.
- People who sweeten with time, while retaining complex, interesting notes.
- People I can talk to about anything without them blinking an eye.
- People who say a lot with few words.
- People who color outside the lines.
- People who are willing to gracefully let difficulties go and not randomly time-travel back to them.
- Friends who accept me As-Is. For real.
- People who feel like poetry.
- Dreamers who are also adept at key practical things like furniture assembly and landscaping.
- A friend whose primary purpose in my life is to make me laugh or lighten up.
- People who can McGyver delicious blackberry cobbler in my gluten-free, sugar-free kitchen.
What/who did you come to appreciate later in life?