I cant say I was highly useful in the picking as I was still dissociative from an incident the week before and probably spent more time incoherently ranting under my breath. Val trusted me with clippers and I clipped and picked. But it is was really more about hanging out than any real serious picking, I think. In fact I am not sure if we really got any significant fruit to make much of anything. But due to my lack of presence I am actually not sure.
I am very fortunate to have friends. Their willingness to spend time with me when I can be so non-present is humbling. None of us are perfect and I am positive I have more moments then most which makes me highly appreciative that anyone would chose to spend time with me. It also reminds me that when it is the other way around I would also choose to spend time with friends who are struggling because like blackberry and crab-apple picking it might seem to be an awkward prickly job or the fruit small in reality the final product is invaluable. The gifts we glean from walking with each other through difficult times are numerous. Gratitude, Insight, Patience, Understanding, Comfort, the ability to laugh at life, the knowing you aren't alone, just to name a few.
Who doesn't love sweet dark sticky blackberry jam spread over toast? It is something that I grew up with and is to this day a comfort food. And although I had never had crab-apple jelly before, Val sent me over a jar after. Spicey, Tart, and a little bit bitter sweet it is just about the most perfect thing.