I saw an object the other day that left me in a pensive mood. The sight struck home the truth of summer fleeing and autumn on its heels. Can winter be that far away! Why does my mind have to stray into thoughts like these? This really is my favorite time of year. A couple of weeks ago, a birthday marked another completed lap around our nearest star. Just a few days until a wedding anniversary. And yet my mind is captured by the vision of that thing hanging high in the mulberry tree.
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| Can you see it? |
There it is in the upper left of the frame. It’s the last mulberry of summer. Way beyond my reach. Over 15 feet above my head, I cannot reach it. I will not savor it succulent and tart flavor and feel its juice in my mouth as my teeth crush its flesh. Even the birds have stopped visiting the tree. So there it hangs . . . while below I am hoping that it hangs in and hangs on.
Perhaps I should learn a lesson from this tenacious fellow.
In case you had trouble spotting our hero, here he is in closeup:
Please forgive the fuzziness if you would. A little breeze and a whole lot of shaking going on. The latter being the hands of the [so-called] photographer.
I do the same: I pop them in my mouth and eat them just as fast as I can pick them.
The difference is: I have my mulberries for all year round.
I don't think I have ever had a mulberry. Will you save it for me???
I noticed yesterday that our tree is finally empty- pretty much. I didn't hunt for any last fruits. It was full of fruit for weeks.
Pricilla – No, and no. I pop them in my mouth and eat them just as fast as I can pick them. Wouldn't you do the same?
What do you do with your mulberries? Jam, wine?