The Mulberry Tree has grown, and, right now, its berries are changing into the rich, dark red color that means they are ripe. I've never been able to collect enough to make jam, but that's not been a problem. These berries are delicious right off the tree, at least, those that are left when the squirrels and birds finish with them.Last year, Spike and I would run to the mulberry tree where we would share the ripe berries. Even though he was old and feeble, he'd still charge out demanding his berries.
Spike would eat as many as he could from the ground under the tree, then he would demand that I give him some from the tree. He really loved those berries!
Now, I have Pixie. She doesn't like mulberries, but she tolerates me going to the tree in search of the ripe berries. She just looks somewhat puzzled as I reach for the higher branches in search of more berries. I have to admit, this is a time I really miss my silly old dog.
A part of my heart is still empty without Spike, but the tree is full of memories for me.
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I remember Mulberries. I ate so many when I was younger that they made me sick. After that day, I never ate one again. I also remeber my brothers climbing up in the tree, to shake it. We would stand under the tree with an old blanket, and catch what would fall. Then mother would always make something for us.
OMG! My Maggie LOVED our mulberry tree. Not for the berries but for the excellent opportunity to chase critters... the squirrels and raccoons and possums that ate there! She spent many hours under our tree ...watching. Even though it's been 8 years, I miss her so.
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