… left in this day, and I might just get a few words on this slate.
I think there’s something wrong with the mulberries this year 😞.
They are late. And hairy. And shrivelled.
By this time last year I was picking bowlfuls of them, but this year, not one – but I’ve heard of other trees in the Valley dripping with fat fruit already.
We had loads of rain, so although they look dry, they can’t possibly be. There are a lot of snails on the tree – possibly because for a while after a friend lent me the book “The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating” I struggled with snail control – got a little too ‘snail empathic’, but those days are gone.
I think a visit to the Wise Ones at the local Garden Centre might be in order tomorrow!
There was a super cute little nest clinging to a branch though…
And now there’s only 11 minutes left of this day (night).
Buona notte (we just saw an Italian Film Festival film)