I know it doesn't sound pleasant... but it's a tell tale sign when I see little purple dots on the small sidewalk in front of my house.
It means the mulberries are ripe and the birds are beating me to them. :)
My favorite mulberry tree is a short walk from my front porch.
I'm able to gently pull a limb down to reach the little purple berries.
This is one of my favorite places. I snack on the sweet berries and watch the sky darken to the east while the sun sets behind me.
I think about friends in the east..... so far away. I day dream about what it would be like to grow wings and fly east to see them. :) I wonder if they are up listening to music, or sleeping and dreaming of what the next day will bring.
(yeah I'm a dork :))
The mulberries turn my fingers purple...
I plop my little batch of berries on a fence post so I can admire the blooms on a yucca plant..
Two things come to mind...
What kind of woman would day dream of sprouting wings to visit a friend in the east... :)
and what kind of woman would plop berries on a dirty fence post, wipe her purple sticky hands on the hind end of her cut off jean shorts... just to admire a bloomin' yucca?
I think I'm a country girl with big dreams. :)