Blueberry Musings

I had a small revelation one recent morning as I was sorting through two pints of blueberries. Donovan had finished his breakfast of blueberries, bananas and baby cereal mixed with milk and homemade pureed pears. He was in his high chair finishing up with handfuls of Toasted O's, while I was sorting (and eating many of) the remaining berries, placing the mushy, baggy-skinned ones in one pint box and the firm ones in a little red vintage Pyrex dish. The choice blueberries looked so lovely in that dish that the process felt artful. The thought crossed my mind that these simple, artful moments should add up to something bigger. How could I capture them, express them? The reality is that the experience was mine alone and that I might just have to be content to enjoy such moments and let them pass without seizing them as mine.