Not just an old tree

With hands and faces stained purple, my brother and I perched in this old tree every summer of my childhood. The exquisite mulberries were just reward for a hard day’s labour in the scorching heat filling sacks with buttery yellow ragwort flowers.

I looked forward to hoisting Zoe up that very same tree this year but the tradition will stop with me.

Old mulberry

She has at last succumbed

The tree has writhed across the landscape ever since I can remember but now she has a hideous crack right up the base of her trunk that must have made life not just tough but impossible. Normally, she would be covered in heart-shaped leaves hiding almost black fruit in early March. Instead, just a handful of leaves remain even though thousands of buds seem poised to burst open with new life.

She was the last productive member of an ancient orchard Dad told me was planted by the farm’s settlers before they realised it was an island on a floodplain. The house was later built a few hundred yards away, reached only by the worst floods. She could well be 100 years old.

Her death brings the cycle of life into stark focus. My Dad and brother are gone; Zoe and Alex walk beside me these days.  When Zoe turned one, we planted a mulberry tree in the garden to celebrate. It has borne its first fruit this year.


Filed under Community, Farm

6 responses to “Not just an old tree

  1. What a truly beautiful post Marian.


  2. Hi Marian, I like your blog.


  3. mike

    What a lovely, if sad story, Perhaps you could some cuttings and create a whole new century of mulberries for your familiy and those that follow. Beautiful photo too!Cheers m./


  4. My Grannie used to have a mulberry tree and made the best pies with the berries and jelly. thanks for a sweet memory.


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