Wednesday, October 13, 2004

Here We Go 'Round The Mulberry Bush

It's mulberry season again; has been for a while now. Just outside my bedroom window, I could see the small purple fruit growing abundantly on the large, overgrown bush. It was a beautiful afternoon and I figured it might be pleasing to explore the backyard for a while. The house out of doors had lately become somewhat of an unfamiliar setting for me. It seems my attention has slowly been diverted from those carefree days as a child.

When I was growing up, I was outside just about every day. All my greatest adventures began in the backyard. I could do anything. I could be anyone. The mulberry tree often featured a part in those various stories of adventure and exploration. I remember climbing high to the topmost branches, the lookout spot above the leaves to check for any danger and when the coast was clear, I would continue on my way to the journeys end. While playing around the mulberry bush, the fruit which had fallen to the ground would always leave my bare feet stained a dark purple for days.

I ate a few of the mulberries today. The mere taste brought pleasant memories flooding back, yet somehow I felt the mulberry tree was somehow missing something. Where has the magic gone?

Mulberry sunset


Blogger RJ Adams said...

You left the magic behind with your childhood, Joshua. Spend a little more time outside, truly seeing the beauty around you; being in the moment. Computer screens remove the magic also.
I like your writing.

10/15/2004 06:33:00 am  
Blogger Jenni said...

I think we used to have one of those in my yard. Except my mom told me the berries were poisonous, so I missed out. :(

10/15/2004 12:57:00 pm  

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