.....with illicit mulberry juice.
No, that's not a euphemism for anything, although it should be.
One street across from us has a block of flats with a ginormous mulberry tree in the front yard. I figure that as it hangs over the footpath and the bottom of my shoes get stained by fallen and squished berries, I'm entitled to some mulberry goodness. I stopped there on my way back from the station and gorged myself. So yummy and soooo purple. Mmmmmmmm
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Yup. The neighbour's tree is starting look very good.
I've already mentioned that I'd like to come pick the fruit they can't reach - as they are an elderly couple - but then again my tree climbing abilities are a little hampered at the moment too.
They are away at the moment. I'm hoping they don't get back until sunday so I can go pick fruit tomorrow while they aren't looking... It will only fall on the ground and go to waste if I don't, I tell you...
there's a house three doors up with a mulberry tree in the front yard. a little midnight raid is called for, I think...
Mouse, if you make them a pie or pot of jam they'll be yours for life.
I grabbed one (one! Only one!) from a tree near Spyd's the other day - it was so tasty!
I also stuck my nose in a rose and got nothing but velvety odiferous suction from it - but that was way cool too.
I love spring!
yes, my walks home with Oliver often take longe than normal because of all the roses and jasmine and orange blossomy things about. I love it!
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