Thursday, 18 October 2012
The mulberry tree.
For as long as I can remember, our big beautiful mulberry tree has been feeding the neighborhood. I love to watch it change through the seasons. As Spring progresses and the days warm, the berries swell and turn from green to red to deep dark purple. It's a pleasure to wander down the garden and reach up to pick and eat the sweet ripe berries.
People from the hood stop to taste as they go past. Kids trample the garden trying to reach the biggest, fattest, juiciest berries much to the irritation of my Mum.
The other day as Mum, Manu and I wandered back from a walk to the park, we found a man fiilling a big bag and Mum told him off ... "Leave some for other people please!" He smiled and sauntered off guiltily.
When I was a child, we made delicious ice-blocks from the juice. It's great fun and very messy squishing the berries through a sieve and pouring them into ice-block molds. It would work with lots of different berries and fruits. Yum!