My blueberries are getting ripe. A few mornings ago, I noticed just a couple of the green berries had turned red and purple. That afternoon there were a few more. They didn’t make it into the house. Yesterday, I had about a cup and a half, but it might have been two cups, had the dog and I not eaten some as I was picking.
These shrubs are about thirty years old and still producing a good crop. They don’t require much maintenence: water, light, soil, some pruning, and a little fertilizer. They just do what they were created to do, producing fruit after its kind.
May we lead fruitful lives, bearing the good fruit we are meant to produce.
“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.” – Galatians 5: 22-23