I was searching through my archives to find a photo for today. I had no ideas, so I just picked one year's folder, and here it is, the Mulberry tree from my 2004 photo collection. This photo of the Mulberry tree was taken here in Ontario about three years ago. Unfortunately, this tree is like a Cherry tree, always getting invaded by American Robins or Starlings, and the berries can be gone in a matter of a few days.
The tree in the photo is a very young and fruitful tree. When I looked at that photo, I remembered when I was under ten years old, and we used to have about five big, really big Mulberry trees around our old house. I also remembered that these trees were so big that we were never able to collect any berries. Oh no, it's not true. My older sister used to climb these trees, so I guess she had the privilege to eat them off the tree. The rest of us, on the other hand, collected them off the ground, washed them, and then ate them, or the birds got to them first.
The Mulberry trees were not really considered fruit trees; they were just there and had probably been growing before the house was built. But then, because these trees were so old and very close to the house, my parents eventually decided to cut them down. So every year, two trees were gone. The last one was knocked out by the strong wind in late November. Yeah, my favorite sweet berries were gone until I saw them for the first time in 2004, but then they never really tasted the same. Something about being a kid was that things were much different, bigger, and tasted better sometimes.
~ Anna
The Mulberry trees were not really considered fruit trees; they were just there and had probably been growing before the house was built. But then, because these trees were so old and very close to the house, my parents eventually decided to cut them down. So every year, two trees were gone. The last one was knocked out by the strong wind in late November. Yeah, my favorite sweet berries were gone until I saw them for the first time in 2004, but then they never really tasted the same. Something about being a kid was that things were much different, bigger, and tasted better sometimes.
~ Anna
Comments
How lovely!!! I've never seen a mulberry tree before. Thanks for sharing. :D
It's sad when favorite trees disappear. We've begun growing some willows and I hope they become majestic in a few years.
Hugs, JJ
It is a beautiful photo, indeed :).
yeah, there are things that call for a memory trip! I am a city girl, so I didn't get much chance to be under the trees, to enjoy nature as any person should *noddig*!
Ontario is gorgeous!
Cheers
Are those white mulberries? Ours over here are a deep purple - excellent when eaten in a bowl with cream. We also had a lilac coloured one on our farm up in Zimbabwe - they were not as sweet and had a more mellow taste than the purple ones. They also make a wonderful jam.
Also brings back memories of silk worms that we fed with mulberry leaves
Mum would make mulberry pies and jam. We would climb the tree to get the fruit for her, and to throw the berries at other kids.
She never did work out how to take the stains out of clothes, faces and hands quickly.
We just had to soak for a while in the bath until we starting looking like prunes.
Regards
Peter McCartney
Sydney Australia