Blackberries grow all along the edge of the woods outside the South Bend Stake Center. I am disappointed at how few Mormons seem interested in them. “Yea, all things which come of the earth, in the season thereof, are made for the benefit and the use of man, both to please the eye and to gladden the heart” (D&C 59:18), but people don’t pay much attention to the berries; instead they would look at me and ask me what I am doing when I went to gather a few after church. Then “whereunto shall I liken this generation? It is like unto children sitting in the markets, and calling unto their fellows, and saying, We have piped unto you, and ye have not danced”(Matthew 11:17). In other ages, people looked for God in his creation, and the study of the heavens was a form of worship. It surprises me that as a people who believe that God’s body is part of what makes him so glorious, for whom “spirit and element, inseparably connected, receive a fulness of joy” (D&C 93: 33), we aren’t more interested in the growing things that adorn the earth. Of course, the Catholics don’t seem much better; most of the black raspberries around St. Mary’s Lake dried on the vine, unpicked, though I always came back from jogging with fresh red spots on my fingers. For my part, I feel ungrateful if I don’t pick summer berries. I think I get this from my mother, who has hauled in several bushels of fresh grapes, tomatoes, and apples just in the last few days, to put next to the plums and . . .
There is this one kind of fruit Mormons seem to appreciate pretty thoroughly, though, little morsels like this one:
I don’t have any of those myself this season, but I did have fun luring some other people’s across the parking lot to pick berries with me : )