Christine

last piece

of mulberry pie. The tree is finished for this year.

How to make a mulberry pie: You need a lot of mulberries — about three cups, I guess. 2/3 cup sugar, 1/4 cup flour, pinch of salt, sprinkle of cinnamon, juice from a half a lemmon. dot with butter. cook in preheated oven 400 degrees for 15 minutes. turn down to 350 degrees and cook for at least 30 minutes.

from edible florida:

Earlier in the spring I took several photos of the dwarf weeping mulberry. What surprised me was that while mulberries are deciduous, in my 9b garden, just barely. Before they had lost all the old growth they were covered with new leaves and ripening fruit. I was still picking last year’s fruit when the new spring growth spurt began.

The blacker the dwarf weeping mulberry, the sweeter. At this stage they still have some tartness and taste like blackberries. Often I pick a handful that includes mulberries in varying stage of blackness. Eaten together I enjoy a nice variation of sweetness.

While the dwarf weeping mulberry produces the greatest abundance of fruit in the spring, it continues to fruit year round in this climate.

In earlier times in Florida most everybody had the large mulberry tree in their yard. This meant a reliable tree to produce tasty fruit. But as the convenience of store-bought fruit increased the mulberry fell out of favor because the dark fruit stains driveways, and pretty much anything else. Plant nurseries responded to this annoyance with mulberry trees that did not fruit, yet still provided a carefree shade tree.

The problem with the mulberry as a shade tree is that it sends up so many new plants from the roots that if the homeowner is not careful, the entire yard is soon overtaken by mulberry trees. Longtime Floridians have probably seen this a time or two at a house that has been left empty with yard neglected.

The dwarf weeping mulberry becomes a good solution, which can be grown in a large planter or a small-space garden.

One caution: I notice that mine wants to product very vigorous fruitless limbs from the base. I’m only guessing but it appears that the dwarf plant is grafted onto a more vigorous fruitless rootstock. Simply remove any stems from the base that do not produce fruit. I have a feeling they could overtake the plant if left alone. They grow faster and stronger than the fruit-laden stems.

If concerned about size, the dwarf weeping mulberry seems to be perfectly happy in a large planter.

Sure, birds take their share of fruit, but you should still have plenty. In general birds are such good helpers at removing insects from the garden, I see no reason to deny them a share of the harvest.

Do not use pesticides. There is no need and you would only be adding unnecessary chemicals to your food. As seen in the photo the old growth does begin to look, well, old. That’s not a problem as it is only trying to go through its normal deciduous cycle.

I do not have the dwarf variety. my tree is huge. and the fruit is a fairly good size, too. the larger ones are about the size of a cap for a pen.

Christine

take spring lying down

I don’t believe it. I missed spring by more than a month! Is that because I live in an eternally spring place? where the regional pastime is lying about in a hammock? I must get a hammock. They are not that expensive.

wrong kind, and wrong kind of lying about

Here’s what I learned about hammocks, according to Tommy Homaka, Don’t buy the knotted rope kind that you think of when you think about hammocks — they are hugely uncomfortable.

lying about the right way

Of course, he sells hammocks — knot the traditional knotted rope kind! I’ve never met him, although, I think he lives here in Lake Worth, but had the pleasure of interviewing him years ago. He knot only told me about the wrong kind of hammock to buy, he also told me that people don’t even know how to correctly lie about in a hammock (it’s across). I have knot bought a hammock yet (no time for lying about and I’m not lying about that). and this has been a huge exercise in the correct way to use lay / lie, and I’m really chicken about that grammar rule.

And talking about chickens, that brings me back to spring, or easter at least, which is today, and I didn’t miss it.

Here’s what I found out when I checked out the grammar  (again).

Yahoo questions

“I was laying in bed or lying in bed?”

grammar help 🙂

Best Answer – Chosen by Asker

“You were lying in bed. Laying refers to an object being laid there by something else. Lying refers to something being laid by their own will.”

Christine

martha always finds the good stuff

A Mother’s Prayer for Its Child By Tina Fey

Tina Fey Hard At Work

“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-
the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.

May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the
creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.

When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut
her grapes in half And stick with Beer.

Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats,
swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on
the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using
mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads
while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding
Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell
Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll
featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere,
at any age.

Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where
she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get
outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be,
Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because
if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.

May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the
sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.

Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and
be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a
Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-
humping in cars will wait.

O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled
invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel
V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of
Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in
front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I
may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once
exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is
leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as
she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the
delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she
will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know,
because I peeped it with Your God eyes.

Amen.”

-Tina Fey

Christine

Easter 2011

Day before Good Friday, and my Christmas tree lights just blew out, so I put the Christmas tree in the closet and bought  a replacement.

resurrection of the easter tree

There’s something about little sparkling white lights that makes me happy. Maybe it’s because I’m a warm weather person and have spent so few winters in the north. So, for me, little white lights makes me think of snowflakes, or something like that. Anyway, I really did just take my christmas tree down.