And so you go out, across the road to your in-laws, where your raspberry plants have their 2-daily batch of fruit ready to pick.
Trudge trudge trudge up the drive.
Mind whirring with all the other chores you have.
At the vines, quiet. Just the sound of the water gurgling from the old-fashioned water pump in the garden of your child's friend's grandparents' place next door, the jingle of the cow bells in the paddock across the road, the odd swallow above.
The fading light silhouetting the mountains is gorgeous.
The air has a bit of a nip, reminding you that autumn is coming.
The berries are dark, swollen, delicious.
You are all alone.
And you are struck by just how beautiful this life you have is.
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