I have now gone blackberry picking three times within the last month, on my university campus. They are everywhere. Yesterday I went by myself, and I got to thinking about how many life metaphors are present, and the lessons that can be learned from something so simple as the act of picking berries. Let's see if you get what I mean.
Not too many people stop to pick blackberries. They don't realize how much fruit is growing on the bushes.
Just when you're feeling a little upset that all of the good berries are out of reach, you find a cluster of them within reach just down the way.
Many good berries are not obviously visible. You have to carefully look for them, and it takes a discerning eye to discover them beneath the brush. Sometimes you accidentally happen upon them.
Oftentimes when you get too greedy you end up dropping some of the berries from the hand you're reaching with.
You should only take the berries that come off easily, otherwise they're not ripe enough. They'll probably be ready in a few days.
When you're doing something unusual (picking berries on a university campus), people will be curious and ask what it is you're doing. Then you get to tell them you're picking berries, and perhaps why.
Getting scratched by thorns is unavoidable. You may even bleed. The upside is that now your bowl is full of berries. It was worth it.
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