Picking berries, sharing wonders in a muted woodland

This summer, Manitoba faced an unusually long stretch of extreme weather. My grandson and I, eager to pick berries, found the temperatures unbearable. Despite the heat, my grandson remained eager to continue. We ventured to Blueberry Mountain and Raspberry Mountain, exploring new places as well. My grandson's enthusiasm was infectious, but I was struggling to keep up.

We picked blueberries, marveling at their plumpness and perfect colour. We also observed various insects and butterflies, expressing our wonder at their presence. However, the number of such creatures was diminishing, which saddened me. Despite the decline in biodiversity, we were thankful for the berries we picked. We shared our gratitude with each other, feeling a sense of connection with nature.

I lamented the fact that the once vibrant woodland life, filled with bird and bug song, was now almost silent. I wish for a future where my grandson can experience the same joy and beauty that I did as a child. I hope to instill in him a love for nature that will last throughout his lifetime, so that he can also share this gift with his own children.