Her home is found in a labyrinth of country roads in Hartland, Vermont, and the old cape farmhouse is surrounded by a wonderland of berries. I had no idea berries could be so abundant.
The family that has owned this farm for generations has tended their berry canes well. I arrived for blackberry harvest and the two of us easily filled three large bowls in a wink. We went from cane to cane exclaiming at the beauty of the fat ripe berries, the size of them, the sheer quantity.
This, I thought to myself, is my idea of wealth—a productive patch of fat ripe berries that goes on as far as the eye can see. We ate ourselves silly on berries and picked until our fingers were blue and the sun got too hot (also contributing to the silliness, no doubt).
Inside we drank iced coffee and paged through the 20th anniversary edition of Marie Claire Idées that I had picked up in Montréal a few weeks ago. More exclaiming over colors and ideas and dreaming of new projects to start.
My kind of riches.
Friendship, berries, sunshine, and a memorable summer day.