Mom and Blueberries?

Years ago I went over to Mom's house to visit. She was outside taking care of her chickens. She loved her chickens and they kept her moving around and working all the time, which was really good for her. She really enjoyed working outside and taking care of the chickens was usually easy to work. She had a child's buggy she used to carry things around the yard and offer a steady hand on some muddy sometimes unsteady ground. 

I had walked outside into the backyard to offer greetings and help out. She had this small bag in the buggy and they looked pretty juicy. I thought they were blueberries. I imagined her sitting under the patio in her favorite chair, taking a break from yard work to nibble on some blueberries. This idea was so pleasant that I just had to reach out and try some of those berries.

Little did I know until I had the bag firmly in hand that they were not blueberries, but June bugs! A juicy bag full of June bugs! I exclaimed something I'm sure and we were both laughing hard at the misunderstanding. 

I don't think I'll ever see a June bug again without thinking about that bag and how she had collected them for her chickens because they loved them so much. Her smile and laughter, rich in the warm sunlight of that day in such a small, but unforgettable moment with my Momma.