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I can remember being about three and standing under one eating berries with my mother. All through summer, while growing up, my brothers and I would visit local Mulberry trees then come home sticky, purple and content. The second last place I rented had one leaning over our back fence and for as long as there was fruit I would stand under it whenever I could.
They take me back to memories of warm, dappled light, dark purple stains on my fingers and feet, skin scraped off on rough bark, adventures with my brothers, the smell of the leaves and the taste the fruit.
Now that I own a house it's not a question of *if*, or even *when*, it's a question of where to get one and where exactly to plant it.
Some eight telephone calls later and a lot of people saying: "Oh you can't get those / we don't stock those / haven't seen them for a while / might get some in later" I found a place with exactly the species I want which also happened to be closer than any other store I called.
I am ridiculously pleased.
They take me back to memories of warm, dappled light, dark purple stains on my fingers and feet, skin scraped off on rough bark, adventures with my brothers, the smell of the leaves and the taste the fruit.
Now that I own a house it's not a question of *if*, or even *when*, it's a question of where to get one and where exactly to plant it.
Some eight telephone calls later and a lot of people saying: "Oh you can't get those / we don't stock those / haven't seen them for a while / might get some in later" I found a place with exactly the species I want which also happened to be closer than any other store I called.
I am ridiculously pleased.
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