Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

music, poetry, musings, photography and philosophy from a woman who found her way back home and wants you to come over for a hike and a cocktail.

I need to buy a dress the color of the bull berries.

I would wear it to remind myself that through rain, shine, sleet, snow, hail or blinding winds…

there is still color in the world.

And beauty that holds on through all of the storms.

I would wear it to remind myself to be sweet despite those things that are sharp and hurtful and unexpected.

I would wear it and remember to be constant and tough–an unshakeable splash of life among the thorns.

I would wear it to be like the bull berries…

in every season.

Jeff on August 23, 2012 at 10:59 pm said:

Takes bit of work..after first freeze..to collect those little buggers..but result is best pancake syrup known to man. Chokecherry,a close second.JS

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l on August 24, 2012 at 7:13 pm said:

That poem is beautiful.

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repurposed redhead on August 26, 2012 at 4:21 pm said:

I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of meeting a bull berry face to fruit – but you’ve sold me on their loveliness. Thanks! -Rene

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mel Webster on August 27, 2012 at 7:38 pm said:

I cannot fully express my appreciation of your blog; fell like I’ reading a western version of william worthsworth.mel
Webster

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