True happiness is an elusive thing indeed. We are a society driven to discover the right path to contentment. We spare no expense in an effort to satisfy our hearts and squander our fortunes on this car, that house, or those clothes. For what? Inevitably, it is never enough. In the end, the stuff is meaningless. We can’t get no satisfaction. **nods to The Rolling Stones**
Not to go all preachy on you but the Bible talks about this at length in Ecclesiastes where a wealthy king (who we think is Solomon) finds that nothing quenches his thirst except the gifts from God: blessings, a.k.a. the holy harvest time.
What does this have to do with pictures of a pond, pears, and some meadows? Everything. Recently new friends shared their harvest blessing with us. The day began with a golf cart ride (just try not to smile on a golf cart) and an escort by two deliriously happy dogs. The view… well, it’s Prozac for the country soul. Rolling hills with lavender-tipped grasses dotted with flowering plants reminiscent of goldenrod and wild mustard and a pond shaded by low-hanging branches and sun-bleached timothy cause one to think that they have climbed into a Monet.
My new friends divided — one shimmied up the trees and passed down the blushing Bartletts and Boscs while the other caught them and filled five five-gallon buckets with gorgeous chemical-free pears.
And were we content? Well, I cannot speak for my friends (though I feel sure they would agree) but even if we hadn’t taken home such wonderful pears… we could not have wanted for more than simply to soak up the beauty of the countryside and loll about in the rich end-of-summer colors. The generosity of our friends? Icing on the cake. Our cup runneth over.
And we didn’t once wish that we drove a fancier car or wore better clothes. True happiness is a glorious thing.