I went for a run at Lake Fayetteville today and came across a Mulberry tree as I was trotting along. I stopped, ate a few berries and went down the path. I started thinking about how my dad and I grew up in the same house and how as kids we both used to pick mulberries off the neighbor’s tree, cover them with sugar and gobble them up. I figured I need to let Hap in on the tradition.
Karma found a massive mud puddle… yuck!
We had a blast hiking at the lake and REALLY enjoyed the cobbler we made out of the mulberries!