7.11 Day 35 Mulberries

What's bumpy, wet, and purple all over?
Mulberries. Hundreds of thousands of mulberries. On the ground, in the grass, on the outdoor chairs, in the bellies of squirrels and birds, on my knees and fingers, on Mom's carpeting.... Mulberries.
Mom never planted the tree. It grew for years, and suddenly one year she noticed the berries. A neighbor indicated that she had a lovely mulberry tree, and the harvesting began! She lays old sheets out on the ground to collect the berries, which fall like hail when the wind blows. One year, she hung old umbrellas upside down in the branches to collect the berries. The tree bears for several weeks; blanketing everything in purple.
Last year, she sold mulberries to the Boathouse. I made wine with some. We ate, and ate and ate. Today, our knees and fingers were stained purple, indicative of our efforts under the Mulberry Tree.