Thursday, June 6, 2013

Summer Morning

The mulberries are ripe this time of year. Saturated with the dew, they're so plump and full that they're hanging heavy on their stems. They're dropping off the trees and scattering across the sidewalks. I think that if I'd brought Tupperware with me on my morning walk, I could pick enough to bake a mulberry pie. 

In fact, today the whole sky feels plump and full enough to drop at any minute; fat raindrops down on my head. It's classic Ohio humidity. 

Summer is ripening too, big and deep  and cherry-purple. The hours are long and delicious - full of  possibility. But I know in the back of my mind, both process and decay are implicit. Before I know it, Autumn will have fallen and these mulberry trees will be bare.

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