Mulberries dropped from a soaring tree by the sheepfold into an obscene river of plenty.
From The Lantern
The mulberries were just ripening when we were at house two weeks ago for filming, but the gravel and grass underneath the big tree were already spotted with dark pink-purple fruit. By now, they will be a veritable carpet.
They are easier to pick from the weeping mulberry in the garden, though even here the sheer abundance is overwhelming. Longer and thinner than a blackberry, these mulberries have a delicate taste and density, almost like rose petal-infused sugar water.
It’s not that common to find them this side of the great Rhône river. It’s on the other side, in the south-west of France,
