I love how mulberries stain the sidewalk. I love how their roots have a bright orange skin. I love the way the birds transform them. I love that their leaves are the feast of silkworms. I love that my friend Thos. Little loves them so much. I love that the bark can be broken down to make paper and I love the way they slowly seep into fibrous unsized Japanese Paper. I love that they go kind of dull that their pigment barely lasts. I love the subdued purple-grey that’s left after most of the colour goes away. I love that my neighbours share the mulberry tree across the street eating the still warm berries at night. I love blackberries and the other purply berries of this part of the summer. I love blackberries in particular in a cornmeal pancake that falls apart with syrup and butter made over a smokey fire deep in the redwood forest with my Papa and only a solar blanket to keep us warm because the airline lost our sleeping bags and it was just funny the crinkling of the silver solar blanket the sound of waves the little sweet sour berries. I was probably twelve some of the trees around us were two thousand years old. The pancakes were delicious. I love a stain.
A bit late this week due mostly to me sleeping off my second vaccination. How is everyone? We accept random comments on berries and please do….