There is something wonderful about mulberries. Their flavor is minimal, they stain everything, but they always remind of great childhood memories when my brother and sisters would spend all day picking and eating the purple berries.
Our hands and feet would be stained from squashed berries, and our faces covered in their succulent juices.
At 27 I still find great joy in picking mulberries, if for no reason than the memories it brings to the forefront of my mind.
