The other day, as we were taking a walk, Mason and I stumbled across a gigantic mulberry tree. It’s in the city, just past our neighborhood, but no one had found it and it was positively laden with fruit. We ate as much as we could, but since we didn’t have a bowl, there was so much left.
On Sunday morning, Hunter and Elise joined us for a morning walk, and this time we brought a container. We collected an unbelievable number of berries.
Our hands looked like we had participated in a violent crime.
The berries were sweet and delicious for our breakfast that morning and on ice cream later that night. What a fun surprise!
I’ve seen those! But in my uneducated horticultural state, I never knew they were mulberries and always wondered if they were edible.