Wednesday, June 10, 2026

Mulberry woes

 I hate mulberry trees.  I know some people actually plant them intentionally but I would never do that.  The reason I hate them is that they bear fruit PROLIFICALLY and the birds love it, eat the fruit and poop mulberry seeds all over the farm.  Every fence row where birds have perched will have mulberry trees sprouting, including the garden fence which is riddled with them. Every tree will have mulberries sprouting underneath, from birds who have perched on the branches and dropped the seeds in their poop.  Mulberries have incredibly deep roots that make it nearly impossible to yank them out, especially if they've gotten a good start on you.  

The only good thing I can think of about mulberry trees is that, in spite of the fact that they grow quickly, the wood from mulberries has a high heat output, ranking higher than oak and maple for BTUs from the wood.  We have a LOT of mulberry trees growing along the creek.  If we ever need more firewood, we have a good source right there.

Some people plant mulberry trees in their poultry yard because when the fruit drops, the chickens love it and eat it up.  I can see the benefit of this but unless the chickens are equally adept at scratching up the seedlings, I think the trade-off is a risky one.  

This morning I saw Mr. & Mrs. Duck (see previous post) busily waddling back and forth along the creekbank.  I wondered what they were up to until I realized they are scavenging mulberries that have dropped from the trees.  More power to them but I can foresee MORE mulberry seedlings growing in the mud of the creek where they spend most of their time.  It's a losing battle but at least the ducks are fun to watch.  It reminded me of how our flock of ducks used to plant themselves under the yard light at night, just so they could nab the bugs that were attracted to the light.  We don't have a yard light anymore so mulberries will have to do for this pair.



Sunday, June 7, 2026

Around the farm, early June

 Anne is the rose expert here on the farm and she does an amazing job of curating the collection of roses we have.  I'm happy to turn that whole realm over to her but once in a while I dip my finger in the pot.  I'm a sucker for rose names and when I discovered a rose called "Tottering by gently", well, who could pass that up?  It's a nod to old age - producing blooms, but not such spectacular ones, gentle yellow single flowers.  We ordered it, it came this spring and has just produced its first blossoms.


Anne made a meme of me and Lucy as we totter gently by the rosebush...


Hopefully it is predictive, rather than descriptive - I'm not using a cane yet and am not quite so slouched.  But I can see this being true in a few years!
In other news, the catalpa trees are blooming and last night's rain washed a lot of spent blossoms onto the lawn.  It looks like they are trailing their skirts.



Old farmsteads often had long windbreaks of catalpa trees along lot lines.  Many of these are gone but there are a few left around here and when the trees are in bloom, they are just stunning.  Catalpa is such an underrated tree in my opinion, easy to start from seed, fast growing yet strong, long-lived and giving lots of shade, not to mention the spectacular, huge, heart-shaped leaves.  The trees in that photo above were planted 11 years ago this fall and were little sticks.  Look at them now!  I've started quite a few from seed and have planted them wherever I found a space.  So fun to watch them grow by leaps and bounds each year.