we went to our favorite mulberry tree in our favorite graveyard. ah, it was a beautiful day, with fluffy clouds and blue sky and balmy wind. we only had an hour to fill our bellies and our containers and to see the great blue herons on the island with their kids, and to leave before getting locked inside with the dead and the birds and coyotes. we get tired in the graveyard picking mulberries, but it's a good tired, good and mellow, and life-affirming, since we can get in our ride and leave.