lavender mulberry honeywine

mulberries in Staples parking lot are going off.  black & white fruits make jam smear on the sidewalk and down the grassy bank.  i pick enough to start a batch of honeywine.  the white berries are fat and pale like grubs, the ripest gone slightly pink.  there’s a line of cars leading up to the stoplight; i offer berries through an open window to a woman and baby.  (babies look like grubs!)

new batch of lavender mulberry honeywine

there’s so much fruit here; i linger wondering if i can tip someone off to the bounty ?  i’m not catching eyes with anyone.  hey, there’s someone in a tree–a man with a bag.  i tell him there’s better picking on the other side of the lot, farther from the traffic.

i head over to the library for lavender blossoms.  there’s an abandoned herb garden there, and i’m thinking i’ll mix lavender with mulberries and summer thistle honey to make a cordial for quiet evening company.

One comment on “lavender mulberry honeywine

  1. “hey, there’s someone in a tree–a man with a bag, and he’s picking.” this will be my new favorite website to visit whenever I need to reinvigorate my faith in society