My daughter’s mulberry tree, a gift for her sixth birthday, is filled with fruit!
The first leaf buds on the deciduous tree’s bones are always exciting, then we thrill to the formation of the first little, white berries. And now we pick the ripe, deep-purple treats on our way out of the house and when we come back in. The berries, and their flavor, are delicate, making them difficult to transport to market. They’re kind of like the sweet peas of fruit. Best to grow your own.
Our tree, a weeping variety, is a little funny looking:
(Now imagine the back half of an adult’s kneeling body poking out from under the branches, bum in the air, as she reaches for fallen berries. Yes, the dropped berries are a treat for the chickens.)
Poppy devoured them!
Even broody Ginger came out of hiding to eat her share!
I used some mulberries to make ice cream with, saving plenty for my daughter to pick when she comes home at the end of the day.
Here’s the result:
Garden Update: Our apricot season came and went. Unfortunately for me, my husband and daughter like their apricots on the firmer side and they left but one to ripen up enough for me. (It wasn’t a huge crop. And I guess that’s what one gets if one is going to spend a week in Paris during apricot season!) I got a picture of it, though:
The Santa Rosa plums are up next…