Morning Snack

A long time ago, back before I saw the light, sometimes on the way to work in the morning I’d pull into a fast-food drive through for a greasy breakfast sandwich.  The thought of that is repulsive to me now.  But in those days, it was part of my life.

These days, after I let the chickens out in the morning, I usually stop for a snack at a blackberry bush.  A handful of wild blackberries beats an egg mcmuffin any day.

I am reminded of Wendell Berry’s beautiful little poem:

Better than any argument
is to rise at dawn
and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.

I always drop a few of the berries on the ground, for the hen to share with her chicks.

A much better way to start the workday than at a fast food drive-thru.

Love Wins