One of our annual family rituals is to go down to the old mulberry tree each summer and pick mulberries. Generally it is stinking hot, so we go early before the temperature rises too much, and shelter from the hot sun under the tree while we pick the fruit.
The kids climb up into the branches, and get as many in their mouth as they get in the bowls.
Toby told me he wasn’t mulberry picking, he was ‘mulberry eating’ which accurately summarised his activities.
We kept going until we had full bowls, fully tummies, and red lips. I foresee many mulberry dishes over the next few days!
