blackberry promises

Today, my bff and I travelled to now-wild lands where once two plantations stood. We drove past the rice paddies, now untamed and growing in fractured row. The little white-billed, black-backed ducks floated on the cold waters, dipping their bills from time to time. A dark lavendar crane stalked through the greenery on the side of the road, fluttering away as I approached for a closer picture. I hurried back to the warmth of the car on this chilly, blustery, overcast day.
We drove and talked, talked and drove, watching the drifting ducks and rippling waters and streaming moss raining down from the limbs of the trees and bushes and vines.
It was as if we had stepped into a long-ago once upon a time.
We had reached a place to pull to the side of the narrow lane, so we exited the vehicle to take a quick walk around the ancient cistern... and the sky became bluer and the sun shone and breeze slowed. We walked the path, admiring the flora and fauna. The giant dandelions, standing waist-high and already boasting new yellow flowers and older wish-puffs of seeds. The lovely five-lobed periwinkles, blue-purple amid dark greenery. The tiny gray sparrows and more black ducks and even a white crane.
And the blooms of the blackberry brambles. Among the tiny sharp thorns of the woody vines, the small white flowers promised the arrival soon of succulent, sweet fruit.
I hope that is a harbinger of future success for me after the recent prickliness of my job search.