Today I’d like to share a little background about the name of my blog, Around the Mulberry Bush. First, as you might have guessed, I LOVE mulberries!
And, it just seems like they keep reappearing in my life and conjure, for me, pleasant memories and warm feelings. My dad grew a tiny mulberry tree down a path through the woods in my yard as kid. There were a few near my house in Jacksonville, FL, where I played with the neighborhood kids and showed them the yumminess that was growing in their backyard.
I’ve spent lazy afternoons climbing the trees, munching the fruit and pondering life. And I’ve made all kinds of tasty creations with them:
I’d like for the spirit of fun and sweetness I get when I think of mulberries to infuse my work here, and for the blog to be a source of rejuvenation whenever I come here to write.
“I went into the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover I that I had not lived.” – Thoreau
They must be delicious! I have never tried them ;(
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Growing up in Mechanicsville, we lived for 4 years in a house with a huge mulberry tree in the backyard. When they were ripe, I’d go out every day and eat huge sweet purple mulberries right off the tree. I remember stained fingers and the feeling of wonder about the amazing free feast that nature provided me.
What an amazing experience for you as a kid! Having grown up with a dad who grew lots of fruit trees, I think I appreciate the harvest more now than as a kid. It’s great that you were able to see what a gift it is even then. Thanks!