Yesterday I stood in the sun at Bloody Ern & Bezley's and wolfed down sweet, sticky mulberries from one of their mulberry trees. My face and arms and white t-shirt got covered in purple juice.
I don't have anything sarky or funny to say about it.
I'm just mentioning it because it was nice.
3 comments:
I just love this post. I even put a link to it on my blog.
Hi HBB
maybe I can give you my silk worms to look after they love mulberries (well the leaves anyway)
This post reminds me of the poem by William Carlos Williams about the blueberries. It's not wordy, it's just pure and direct and full of emotion. What a fun read!
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