Sinking Into Slow

After May's trip to Paris and London and June's move, I feel like I am finally catching my breath. I'm slowing down the pace, sinking into our new space and in the sunny days of summer. Sinking into...

.:. the moment

.:. silence

.:. nature

.:. gardening books

.:. the sight and taste of the year's first blueberry

.:. art

.:. healthful food

.:. local produce

.:. painting

.:. sleep

.:. self-care

.:. possibility

.:. doing nothing

.:. dreaming

.:. napping

.:. being

.:. softening

.:. loving

.:. basking

I am choosing to sink into Slow, and it feels good.

Scenes from the East Coast - Part I (Blueberries!)

I am tired today, full from last week's road trip to my beloved east coast. This week's Productivity Prompt will be posted within the next few days, pinky swear.

In the meantime I leave you with a few snapshots from a favourite outing: a morning blueberry picking expedition with Mom & Dad that quickly became a highlight of my trip...

Off a pickin' we go!

The flowers were pretty...

... and so were the fields.

But oh the berries. Mom said she'd never seen so many - and she's been picking wild blueberries for as long as I can remember!

They were big too, big clusters of gorgeous blue berries.

Our final haul after about an hour and fifteen minutes at work.

That big container on the bottom left alone held four litres.

I'm still gushing at the abundance and grateful that Dad's buddy allowed us to descend on his field by the river. I'm not sure he knows exactly how much of a treat he gave this urbanite visitor from Ontario.

Sometimes the simplest things bring the greatest pleasure.