Huckleberries!

Huckleberries!

Anybody that ever knew me, knows my fondness for huckleberries. Life is so full of misery, and Huckleberries are RewardsFromGod, albeit meager rewards to make-up for some of the misery, but rewards nonetheless.

Huckleberries grow on my property, and all around me. These are the low-elevation berries. I walk to pick them. The high-elevation berries will ripen towards the middle to end of next month and can be picked until the first frost. If there is little rain, the berries dehydrate on the bush and fall-off early.

This year, there has been few 'hot-spells,' only lasting a couple/few days, and then it has rained a day or two, so the berries are bigger and better than ever. Some of the berries I've picked are larger than my thumbnail, and that is no exaggeration. I've never seen such large huckleberries in all my life.

Every time I think of huckleberries, that awesome REWARD, I think of Dianne Montalvo. This is a person that is a 'reward' to humanity, much like huckleberries, to inspire, motivate, enrich, uplift. I am equally struck with awe by both, however I'd prefer more Dianne Montalvo's in the world -- would take more 'DM's than huckleberries -- as the world would be a much better place if that were to be. Fortunately, I can enjoy huckleberries, whereas Dianne is far more precious, therefore whomever finds themselves in her companionship is rewarded most.

-- " ... I love the way you say, 'good morning,'; take me the way I am."

Lyrics from a song on the radio. I love that song. It always makes me smile. A really 'cute little ditty.' Kinda like 'DM' and huckleberries in that regard -- all little 'rewards' for Les Miserable.'

Isn't it interesting that women always demand to be "taken the way they are," but ridicule and scorn me -- any excuse will do? Nothing is 'good enough' for 'em, apparently.

Fascinating, isn't it? Yup. Sure 'nuff.