I’ve had that silly nursery rhyme in my head ever since finding a mulberry tree (not a bush) over the weekend on the hike and bike trail that hugs Austin’s Town Lake.
I defected from the trail in order to smell the acacia blooms (the next spring-tastic step after the fragrant little yellow fuzzballs, divine!) on a neighboring tree, and bam. Mulberries straight overhead, only a couple handfuls ripe. I’ll be back there in a few days to shake it down again
Free fruit rocks.
What do you do with mulberries (besides stuff as many as possible in your mouth at once)?