creaky, therefore grumpy

[redbird]

I woke up with assorted aches, some of them probably because the futon was overdue to be flopped over and whomped into shape. It's a sad thing when staying in bed hurts--though that may be the only reason I got up and out this morning.

Andy asked me if I was stressed. I don't think so: except in the sense that I'm unhappy about the aches, which could be vicious and circular if I let it be, but probably won't.

I know it's summer, because we're gathering ripe mulberries, but this morning was cloudy, emotionally and literally. Mulberries later, maybe.

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mmmmulberries

[laurel]

Any mention of mulberries takes me right to a hobby farm on the edge of Mitchell, South Dakota where my grandparents live. They've got this huge mulberry tree right by their gravel u-shaped driveway.

The tree makes quite the mess, but also produces a ton of berries.

Just always have to remember not to park the car under the tree.

The tree isn't as big as it once was, some large branches have broken off. I really need to get out to Mitchell to see my grandparents again before too long. Gotta help them pick berries. (Not so much picking as whacking. We whack the tree with long sticks and hold big sheets underneath that the berries fall into . . . Tree is too tall for us to pick berries properly).