Last summer, I draped bird netting over my mulberry tree, stepped back to admire my handiwork, and promptly watched my neighbor’s cat get completely tangled in it within four minutes. The cat was fine — dramatic, but fine — and I stood there holding a cup of coffee, wondering how I’d managed to build a … Read more
I stood under my mulberry tree last June, staring up at dozens of half-eaten berries dangling from the branches — and I actually teared up a little. I had waited three years for a truly abundant harvest. Three years of pruning, watering, mulching, and dreaming about mulberry jam, mulberry crumbles, and big bowls of fresh … Read more
There I was, standing on my back deck in my favorite white linen shirt, arms raised triumphantly over my mulberry tree, when the branch I was tugging snapped back and pelted me with approximately forty perfectly ripe berries. I looked like a crime scene. My shirt, my hands, my deck, my dignity — all casualties … Read more
