Little Grazers
Getting in trouble with their mama
I went for a walk with my granddaughters the other day. It is the seven-year-old who always asks me to go for a walk with them. They are not allowed to go walking through the neighborhood without adult supervision so I am like a walking ticket for her. She is a very outdoorsy kind of girl. No matter the weather, she could spend all day out-of-doors.
Her ten-year-old sister would rather spend all day indoors. So going for a walk was always a matter of convincing her to come along.
It was rather hot; probably close to or in triple digits (Fahrenheit). The ten-year-old immediately started complaining about the heat but the seven-year-old didn’t even seem to notice.
We had only walked a block and a half when I spotted a mulberry tree growing next to the sidewalk. Oh yippee! I thought. This was an opportunity to teach my granddaughters about mulberries — something they were not likely to learn about from their parents.
I stopped and pointed at the tree, “Girls, do you know what this is?”
“It’s a tree Duh!” said the ten-year-old.
“It’s not just any tree. It’s a mulberry tree,” I pointed at a low branch. “See these purple/black berries? These are mulberries. Not only are they delightfully delicious but they are…
