Friday, June 20, 2014
This bird paid me no mind, gorging on mulberries at my feet. We could gorge, too,
but we generally don't notice this marvelous burst of generosity. And because mulberries aren't thought to much matter, and we don't tend to take walks while carrying ladders, the streets get all splattered
with mulberry juice.
Red mulberries ripen to black.
White mulberries ripen to off-white or pink. Unlike the kinds of fruits I intentionally grow--blueberries, for instance--both kinds of mulberries conveniently overwhelm the birds' appetites, leaving lots that we might eat, if we thought to pause, reach up or reach down, and eat outside the box.