Walking at Grandparent’s Place

I’m walking on the street below the house my grandparent’s lived in, approaching the blueberry patch.

Amplification:

I appeared on SOBCon Blog Talk Radio yesterday (see widget in side bar) and during the preparation for that gig, I was thinking about the rural posture we have adapted and how it is relevant to my activity in this blog.  I realized that of all my brothers, I’m living the lifestyle most like my grandparents.  This dream, not so much a compensation, but a confirmation of that notion.  Often when the dream confirms an idea that I’ve had, it’s a sign that for what ever reason, acceptance of the fact has not been readily forthcoming, that the idea I have of myself doesn’t always jive with the idea that is newly emerged.  The dream in these instances lends credence to the new idea.

An interesting twist though surrounding the blueberries: the patch he had was well tended and productive.  Later I helped provide my folks with bushes for their home to continue that tradition.  Here in this place we have no need for a patch.  The wild blueberries are so prolific that regular walks in late July provide for us a full year’s supply.

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