It is mid-January, no berries on the vines, but yet I went out today, picked some berries in bloom and ate. What berries might I have eaten? Does it really matter? What matters the most is what it meant to you the reader. Did it nourish you? Did it provide something good for you? In other words did it take root? Everyone and every seed is different, what matters the most is the love you receive like water, that sprouts the seed within you, and you bloom into a beautiful big tree with many branches and a strong root. Me, I am only but a twig.