I picked these mulberries from my morning walk. P is working from home today, so we decided to drift a little further on Sheppard West, and were soon “into the wild” of Earl Bales Park.
I saw red, pink, purple, and black berries fallen from the lone Mulberry tree there. They seemed too difficult to resist for someone who has endearing mulberry memories from her childhood. For those I could not reach, I armed myself with a branch lying there and started aiming at the berries, impressing my own self in the process.
I gathered all I could in this biiiiiig leaf and brought them back, stopping to pick up the little mulberries which were falling off…
Did you know botanically the mulberry fruit is not a berry but a collective fruit, in appearance like a swollen loganberry.
Back home, I gave them a good wash before both P and I picked each succulent berry up and experienced their sweet nectar burst in our mouths!
Our hearts singing Here We Go Round the Mulberry Bush…well almost.
