We had both black and white mulberry trees on the farm I lived on in Iowa 1976-80.
One of the most vivid memories of my youth is sitting in a white mulberry tree with Ian and Joe one hot lazy afternoon picking and eating the berries. Joe was worried that he had to be home before dark. Ian insisted that his mother told him it was the longest day of the year and that we had plenty of time. I can remember the warm sun on my skin, the breeze ruffling the leaves , the smell of the alpha field across the way and the taste of the sweet juicy berries.
When I settle someplace, I intend to start a thicket.
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Date: 2007-02-07 12:46 am (UTC)One of the most vivid memories of my youth is sitting in a white mulberry tree with Ian and Joe one hot lazy afternoon picking and eating the berries. Joe was worried that he had to be home before dark. Ian insisted that his mother told him it was the longest day of the year and that we had plenty of time. I can remember the warm sun on my skin, the breeze ruffling the leaves , the smell of the alpha field across the way and the taste of the sweet juicy berries.
When I settle someplace, I intend to start a thicket.