I stood under my mulberry tree last July, hands on my hips, staring at the ground like a detective who had completely lost the plot. Every single morning for two weeks, I’d come outside to find the low-hanging branches stripped clean — berries gone, no trace, no explanation. I was convinced I had the sneakiest, … Read more
I once stood in my backyard for a full twenty minutes convinced my mulberry tree was haunted. Dozens of butterflies were swirling around it in what I can only describe as a coordinated frenzy, and I — a grown adult who owns gardening gloves and everything — genuinely thought something was wrong. I called my … Read more
I want to tell you about the morning I crouched behind my own garden shed, wrapped in a bathrobe, holding a Super Soaker, waiting to ambush a squirrel. It was 6:47 a.m. My neighbors were leaving for work. We made eye contact. I waved. The squirrel, meanwhile, sat in my mulberry tree eating berries with … Read more
I want to tell you about the morning I stood in my backyard in pajamas, holding a mug of coffee, staring up at my mulberry tree — and realized a raccoon was staring back at me. Not from the ground. From inside the tree. Lodged in the fork of two main branches like he owned … Read more
I once stood in my backyard at 6 a.m. in my pajamas, armed with a broom, convinced I was being invaded. There were dozens of birds — robins, orioles, catbirds, you name it — absolutely losing their minds in my mulberry tree. I genuinely thought something was wrong. Were they sick? Was this a scene … Read more
