This evening I got in from a busy day at work. It’s hot, so I was bit sticky in my long trousers and shirt. I rarely wear a tie, but if I did, it wouldn’t have survived around my neck for the drive home.
“We’ve picked some more strawberries, and we’ve got some red raspberries”
“Have you picked them”
“No not yet”
Still in my work clothes I headed outside to the net tent at the back of the garden where the raspberry bushes live. It didn’t take me long to find a handful of wonderful sweet red raspberries.
If you’ve ever tasted a ripe raspberry straight off a bush you know what I mean I say that they were GOOD.
If you’ve never had the pleasure then I’m sorry but you’ve really missed out on one of life’s treats.
They call them fresh in the supermarket – but it’s just not the same.
Perhaps it’s got something to do with the anticipation at watching them grow week by week. Perhaps they taste so much better because I’ve had a hand in their growth. Perhaps they just taste better because they are fresher. I don’t know?
Almost by definition, things that are called fruits taste good. Whether they are sweet or tangy or succulent or even bitter, they taste good.
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control