Trail Guy and I go for walks from our house in Three Rivers. I’d say its just what old people do, but we’ve been doing this for 20 years, and we still go steep places that may or may not be considered trespassing.
Here is how things looked yesterday afternoon.
Then we walked home, and our mulberry tree was just lit up with yellow. This is a fruitless mulberry, the type that gets hacked back to knobs by most folks. Not us – we need the shade and love the yellow (never mind what it has done to the grass beneath or is doing the ferns by the front porch).
Tucker and Scout were happy we returned. We have to sneak off so they don’t notice and follow us.
P.S. Today’s Anne Lang Emporium featured oil painting
Joyce, when we first moved here we thought, “Ick, mulberry, gone!” Then we remembered the wisdom of not messing with anything in a yard for one’s entire first year, and I am so thankful we kept that tree and allowed its ugly knuckles to develop.
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Thanks for not butchering your mulberry tree! The shade under these beautiful spreaders is so lovely.
Joyce, when we first moved here we thought, “Ick, mulberry, gone!” Then we remembered the wisdom of not messing with anything in a yard for one’s entire first year, and I am so thankful we kept that tree and allowed its ugly knuckles to develop.
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