Every day this week, on my way home from work, I have paused my bike ride at a spot on the bike path.
I have stopped and picked mulberries.
We have had so much rain this year, that the tree is wild with fruit.
Each day, I eat three handfulls… carefully picking only ripe ones that come off the tree without any need for force. I fill a hand with them.. and then I stuff them in my mouth, watching my hand turn magenta from mulberry blood.
Every day just three handfulls and it hardly makes a dent in the tree’s bounty.
Today, I ate four.