Very Berry Time

If you read this blog regularly, you might remember one post from March, Offering: Red Berries, in which I wrote about my new lace work and said that “… it became my offering to the season that makes us revere cedar, to the beauty of snow and ice, and to the berries who know how to say ‘fertility’ like none other.”

Half a year later, lo and behold, the trees and shrubs in my neighbourhood are laden with huge amounts of berries. Rowan trees, cotoneasters, barberries, hollies, wild roses, … wherever you look there are clusters of fruits, shining in vivid red and orange colurs. What a beautiful sight, and what a joy to see the overflowing cornucopia of nature!

More and more, I am learning to appreciate the order of the natural cycle, which is governed by never changing purpose to propagate. Observing the unwavering flow of seasons, I sense that nature really doesn’t need us to save her. On the contrary, we would be wise to listen to her wisdom if we wanted to save ourselves. In all its complexity, nature’s way is simple, and therefore timeless.