Berries, our art challenge prompt today, are definitely things that make me smile. Sure, they’re lovely, but I smile mostly because it is perfectly confounding as to what actually is and isn’t a berry in the first place. Yep, watermelon is technically a berry and the same is true for bananas. While many things we call berries, like strawberries, raspberries and blackberries, aren’t really berries at all. Apparently, to qualify as a berry you have to be produced from a single ovary. A fact which does little to shed any real clarification and understanding on the issue. I can’t even easily decipher the gender of a cat, so it’s rather unlikely that I could decipher anything about ovaries while looking at a piece of fruit. And it strikes me that it’s really not much different when it comes to decoding art. Experts will assure you that something is considered one thing or another, but in the end, it’s really whatever society collectively decides. When we all decide something is a berry, then it simply is, and there’s really not much more need for discussion.

As berries go, a watermelon is a gigantic one, but they were on my mind as the weather gets warmer here heading into summer. I’ve mentioned before that as a kid, spitting out seeds was the best part, but today you’ll find them mostly seedless. And, no, I’ve no clue what that means for its ovary. While seedless varieties are definitely more convenient, it’s just not quite the same. So many things in life change for the better while taking so many of the memories I remember most as a kid with it. Of course, I don’t want phones with cords to come back into fashion, but it was indeed the cord itself or that little rotary dial that created the most memorable moments. And so all of my memories of summer picnics, when it finally came time for the giant watermelon berry to be served, will always be filled with little seeds. Well, that, and a hope that homemade ice cream was being prepped and ready to crank later in the afternoon.

What I remember most about those times together as a family was that we had a language that was all our own. Words for things adopted through tradition that sometimes were not the same words that the other kids had learned. Or things we’d learned to collectively call things because of where we lived. Whether we referred to carbonated beverages as soda or pop. Yet all of these subtle differences were trivial. The memories we shared and the stories we told and retold could still be understood by anyone. They were, after all, the same types of stories that families have shared for generations. We just made them our own. Dusted with a bit of secret language and inside jokes that added that extra touch of meaning only we could understand. So, in the end, I think there’s really no point in trying to figure out the proper classification for things. Knowing what something is doesn’t create a memory. That only happens when you embrace what it means to you. Life will always be filled with unexpected berries.

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Day 20 - Watermelon Watercolor Unexpected Berries - #doodlewashMay2018 - Doodlewash

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25 thoughts on “Unexpected Berries

  1. Have to admit, I’m not a watermelon fan, but your painting is so beautiful, I’m almost tempted. I’m totally up for the hand-cranked ice cream though and rambling about family memories!

  2. I grew up on a farm. Our watermelon crop was so bountiful that we would split them open in the field and just eat the center most part…the sweetest, tastiest most scrumptious part of all. We sold truck loads and gave away at least a truck load, and you know what…I never knew they were berries.

    We used to take one gallon maple syrup tins and collect blueberries and blackberries off the bushes on the ditch bank…I can’t imagine how difficult it would have been to get a watermelon berry in one of those little buckets. A trip to doodlewash is a joyful jaunt

    BTW your watermelon looks exactly like the ones we used to grow.

  3. Your post made me think of that Maya Angelou quote: “people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” Along the same line of what you’re saying…I completely agree!

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