This little tree features a fair bit in my poetry and postings. Can you love a tree? I think so. Know so. This is one of the many trees I love, so of this place, planted by us, unlike the wild sycamores, pussy willow and wild cherry trees that planted themselves and are special for that. This was once a scrappy bit of field full of wild lupins, bramble, blackthorn and gorse. It did its own thing back then and we squeezed in amongst it all. We’ve been careful to keep letting the wild have its space, while yet, over the years, making a garden. Here is my little video: the mulberry in late autumn. I say ‘thanks’ at the end and thought about editing out what sounded foolish, but decided to leave it. So yes, ‘thanks’.