The Mulberry Tree 7.8.14.

The 7th of the calendar month seems to do round ever more quickly when you are joining in with Lucy ’s tree following meme atLooseandleafy . It is metre to take another flavour at the Mulberry tree diagram which grow on the village hayfield known as the croft . Now it is August so at last the fruit is ripening .

It does n’t mature all at once but over a period of about three weeks . The berries are ready to eat when they are dark red , almost black . They front rather like loganberries or stretch blackberries . I have looked up the good way of life to foot them and one reference suggested that you lay a sheet under the tree and didder it . Well this is not possible here for several cause . First of all the tree has several trunks springing from wherever it has decrease down , rather than one central trunk . Anyway , it would be rather aweless to shake up a tree diagram that is intimately 500 year sometime . The other grounds is that one likes to be a bit discreet about one ’s picking . Quite a few hoi polloi do pick the fruit but you never see them doing it . They will invite you round and proudly show off their mulberry jam . They will ask for you to dinner party and give you mulberry crumble for pud . But for some reason , they do n’t wish you to see them actually break up the fruit . The only multitude you ever see walking boldy across the croft with their plastic container are citizenry who do n’t live here . They seem to be quite oblivious to the indignation this causes . I ’m afraid we are very genitive about our tree . We think that only citizenry of Groton should be picking the yield and even then , it is something you do when nobody else is around . Perhaps at dawn or just before it gets dark . I ’m not sure of the reason for this secrecy . Perhaps people are distressed that anyone seeing them will intend they are taking more than their share , or maybe they think that if anyone insure them they will realise that the fruit is mature . Today , I boldly went in broad day with my photographic camera and my pliant container hidden in a bag . I do n’t think anyone see me . The trouble is there is a fence all the way of life round the tree . It is difficult to scale this unless you have very long legs or are good at vaulting .

I suppose you could lie on the ground and flap under , but that is not very dignified at my eld , even if there is no one looking . Anyway I manage this hurdle and started pick . Mulberry picking is a very messy job . If the fruit is not quite advanced enough it does n’t add up off but turns to a red squishy mess in your finger . I generally seem to twist to Billy the Bard when write about my mulberry tree Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and today is no exclusion . He knew all about this turn to squelch as you will know if you are conversant with Corialanus:‘Thy stout heartNow lowly as the ripe mulberryThat will not hold the handling’I am not suggesting that Corialanus is my Nox time version of option . It is my least favored of Shakespeare ’s play . Apart from the general squishiness , there are big fat inwardness fly and WASP all over them . I was glad when I had a container full .

I had to surmount the fencing again and then walk nonchalantly across the croft . A neighbour was walk her andiron so I approached her buzz a little strain and turn back to chatter . My plastic container was safely conceal in my udder . Whilst we were talking I acknowledge she kept looking at my hand . Whoops , caught scarlet - handed . I do n’t recognize why I feel awkard , there is a suspicious solid bulge in her bag .

53 Responses toThe Mulberry Tree 7.8.14.

It seems instinctive to sense that picking on coarse attribute should be done discretely . I question why . I help a friend who makes a garden at a school and has the children participate . She invite parent over the summer to pick vegetable their tiddler have establish but they were very loth to do so in the first years . They are getting bolder now or at least someone is . Here today was black currant crush making day . Hands were not red as yours but batch and spoons were cover with a beautiful cherry picture show .

Tee hee – enjoyed your humour in this post . We have two Mulberry trees – one here at home , and one at the cottage . The berry on this one always seem too high to reach , but the one at the cottage has berry - laden branches closer to heart grade , and it seems to get more fat every year . My hand never get quite that messy . 😉 But maybe it ’s because it ’s a different species so the Charles Edward Berry pull off easier . In any case , the berries are so tasty ! They ripen right around the meter our Black Raspberries do ( early to mid - July ) , so I unremarkably combine them ( and sometimes supply Blueberries ) for a tasty berry compaction ! Yum ! Enjoy your bounty !

marvellous post , so amusing ! The things we get up to in the countryside . Thanks for such an amusing tarradiddle !

gracious post — generate chuckles , always dependable ! I knew so little about mulberry before you start out your post series . Maybe they do n’t rise in the USA , though we often sang of them as children : “ here we go round the mulberry bush , the mulberry bush , the mulberry tree bush ” etc .

As always your monthly tales of the mulberry leave me with a smile on my face Chloris . There does not calculate enough for kettle of fish there , unless you had another orphic cache about your person , so how did you take in them aside from stealithy ?

The Mulberry Tree 7.8.14.