This morning I tried to get something off of my messy pantry shelf and couldn’t handle it one second longer. It MUST be rearranged. So while Amelie folded clothes and listened to Harry Potter on audio, I got to work.
Meanwhile, Sera sat outside and wrote a play.
I got my shelf in working order, and I was really happy with how it turned out.
But suddenly (it seemed) the day was almost over and I had to bring a letter to the Post Office before it closed. I was disappointed that we hadn’t done anything really meaningful, or gone on a field trip when that is what I had meant to do.
However, the Post Office proved to be more of an event than we had anticipated. When we got in the car to leave the P.O., we noticed these ALL over the parking lot next to our car:
The tree I had parked beneath for shade was a MULBERRY! The girls were so excited, as mulberry picking is one of their favorite activities. We didn’t have a basket or a bag or anything. We did, however, have the lid to Amelie’s Kaboodle-type rainbow loom storage container. Eh. It worked.
We picked FIVE cups of mulberries in 20 minutes. An older gentleman asked me what we were picking, and when I told him, he got so excited remembering a mulberry tree that grew nearby him when he was a child. He said he didn’t realize you could just “pick and eat” the ones right there at the Post Office, and then said, “You’re never too old to learn something new.” I’m also homeschooling the elderly now;)
Yes, we could have arranged to drive 30 minutes to go berry picking at a farm. Or we could get them five minutes away, where they would have otherwise gone to waste on the ground. Thanks, East Nashville Post Office, for the unplanned field trip that saved the day!