Mulberry Jam

Well, it’s here again. Mulberry season. The fifty-year old black mulberry in our front yard is fruiting, dropping hundreds of juicy dark purple berries to the ground below it. This is the time of year when our friends know to come to the back door instead of the front. Cars passing in the street make purple tire tracks, and the mailman leaves sticky footprints as he walks up to deliver the mail. . . . → Read More: Mulberry Season