This is our first spring on the farm and we’ve discovered a few nice surprises.
First, we have lilac bushes.
Second, we have mulberries.
Yesterday, Dan came in for breakfast from his morning chores and said, “Hold out your hand.” I naturally said no since I couldn’t see what he had.
“Don’t you trust me?”
“No.” I said sweetly.
Finally I acquiesced and held out my hand. He dropped a handful of mulberries in it.
He found the trees on the south side of the pasture by the chicken coop. And they were just loaded! At first we weren’t entirely sure if they were mulberries, so at 7:30 in the morning over our granola we called our Luverne Farmer’s market friend to help us identify if that’s what it really was, or if it was some other wild berry we didn’t know about.
She agreed they were mulberries and reminisced about how her Grandma said they were always ready by the 4th of July, and how the best way to pick them was to put a tarp under the tree and shake the branches. She told us people often made jam and pies from mulberries.
I took a bucket out in the afternoon and picked enough to sell at the market and eat for ourselves and called Dan’s mom to see if she had a tarp. Last night as we baled hay I was looking around while Dan drove the tractor and noticed that we have a LOT of mulberry trees! They are practically a border to every pasture and I stopped counting after ten. However, after being let go, they are surrounded by heavily overgrown brush, so this year we’ll only get to some of them, but next year we’ll have plenty. I can’t wait to try mulberry pie! Yum!