The importance of the angle

“I don’t care much for facts, am not much interested in them; you can’t stand a fact up, you’ve got to prop it up, and when you move to one side a little and look at it from that angle, it’s not thick enough to cast a shadow in that direction.”
William Faulkner

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(a bowl of freshly picked blueberries / Julie Cook / 2015)

Ode to the importance of angles. . .

I’m not talking about geometry or trigonometry
I’m not talking about Physics or Calculus
I’m not talking about cartography or the study of trajectory
I’m not talking about cameras, photography or architecture
I’m not talking about framing or woodworking
I’m not talking about golf, tennis, football, baseball, soccer, or hockey. . .

I’m simply talking about picking blueberries. . .

Upon first inspection of my blueberry bushes, I readily and immediately see exactly what needs picking.
Those lovely succulent orbs of royal blue to purple to practically black dangling and dotting the green backdrop like ornaments on a Christmas tree.

Working feverishly in the heat of day, gingerly canvasing the bush, I begin the task of pulling, plucking and gently twisting until the bush gives release of her tiny treasures. . .as I notice several berries sporting tiny little piercing holes. . . pecked neatly in the center of each berry.
As in pecking birds. . .
I am more than willing to share my bounty with my feathered friends but I would hope that the birds would pick and take as opposed to pecking, damaging and leaving.

Resigned to having no choice in my sharing, I let out one long heat laden sigh. . .

After an excruciatingly hot 40 minutes or so of slowly making my way round and around the bush, standing on tippy toes and squatting way down low, it appears as if I have gotten all the berries that are ripe, leaving those red and green berries for another day as they still require a few more days.

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The thoughts of a cool AC and an even colder cool shower were sweetly beckoning to me like a siren to the weary sailor. . .that is until I bend over, picking up a few berries that had fallen down into the pine straw. . .and that’s when happenstance would have it’s wicked way with me.
I cast my gaze slightly upward, up underneath the bush. . .and that’s when I saw it.. . or rather that’s when I saw them. . .
I was aghast.
Dangling high and low, as if to tease even more sweat from my heatstroke brow, there hanging and hidden from the sight of the obvious are a myriad more overtly ripe blue and purple berries.

Hidden from the sight of the obvious.

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I begin crawling up and under, scrounging on bended knees, reaching and stretching ever upward, around and over. . .agin and agin. . .
Plucking until, thinking triumphantly, I have finally gotten every last berry. . .
. . .that is until I turn my head to the left. . .

And that’s when it hits me. . .
This picking business isn’t about the obvious. . .no, not at all.
The key to successful picking is knowing about the angle.
The obvious is one thing.
The obvious is easy.
Everyone sees the obvious.
Even the birds see the obvious. . .taking full advantage of such obvious pickings.
The key to success, the key to the fullest basket or bowl of berries,
isn’t resting in the obvious. . .
No. . .I have discovered, in the heat of this late June day while clutching a burgeoning bowl of berries, that the key to success lies not in the obvious. . .
but rather the key lies hidden in the all important angle.

Being keen to bend, cocking ones head, peering up and over, or under and around.
With the angle of vision being paramount. . .

Being able to go into any endeavor, be it picking berries or solving any of life’s toughest troubles, knowing that what greets you initially is not all that there is—for there is certainly more— will be the true ticket to success—

So the next time you’re faced with one of life’s vexing problems—don’t consider the obvious, that which is staring you in the face. . . be willing to cock your head, looking over and around, up and above, hidden and way down low . . .

You might just be surprised at how quickly you’ll fill your cup,
your heart, your life, your bowl. . .
filling it full with even more ripe berries than what you had initially expected. . .

Now it’s time for that shower!!!

12 comments on “The importance of the angle

  1. Lynda says:

    All this talk of blueberries reminds me of picking wild blueberries up north. Wild blueberries are tiny but extremely delicious and they grow on the ground so you are on your hands and knees gathering minute berries for what seems like hours. This was what I was accustomed to. Then we moved to southern Ontario near Lake Erie where the climate is great for fruits and vegetables. One morning some women from the church invited me to go blueberry picking with them and told me to bring a pail. I was picturing these infinitesimally small berries and this huge pail and thinking i would be there forever! We arrived and I saw domesticated blueberries for the first time – like the bushes that you grow and the berries seemed huge and I didn’t have to crawl on the ground – what an amazing eye-opener that was!

  2. David says:

    You have my mouth watering here Julie. I love blueberries. I managed to pick a few redcurrants from our garden before I left for Romania last weekend. We like to eat berries with our breakfast cereal! The redcurrants protected from the blackbirds by netting. Otherwise we wouldn’t have any to pick. Blessings, David

  3. Nicodemas says:

    OK I’m checking all around now, trying to make sense of the situation. Hopefully I’ll find the answer and understand. Wonderful post Julie.

  4. Yvonne says:

    Blueberries, what a treat. You pay a King’s ransom for a tiny little basket (about 150 grams) where I live, but I do splash out at least once a year!

  5. lljostes says:

    Cute post, Julie! I’ve had the same experience with the blackberry bush at the rear of our yard. Just when you think you’ve gotten them all…..a new angle…a new crop! It’s like a little treasure hunt each day when the fruit is in season! Enjoy! ~ Laura

  6. I missed you and your posts so much and I always love your “angles!” You are the treasure in my life and I love to pick your “berries! ❤ ❤ ❤

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