The Fruitless Mulberry Tree

Last night when I was out with the dogs, I was reminded of a memory that was made in our front yard. First of all I love Summer. I love it for the fact that the weather is warmer and that the days last longer. I love the smells of the BBQ's when the neighbors fire them up to make dinner.

A few years ago, JD aka my husband John, used to have a part time job on Thursdays and would not be home till around 9ish. One of those nights (during the summer)The boys and I decided to have a Picnic dinner in our front yard. We have a HUGE fruitless Mulberry tree in our front yard. Our front yard hasn't changed much in over 10 years. The boys then were quite a bit younger. Michael's voice hadn't even changed yet and Kevin was still dragging around his favorite little "stuffy".

Back then, money was a little tighter for us, so I scrounged around the refrigerator and found some little Smokey sausages and eggs. I chopped up the sausages, scrambled the eggs up and we took our plates out to a blanket under the HUGE fruitless Mulberry tree. It's amazing how much fun a simple summer evening can be with your kids. We sat there, we ate, we laid on our backs and looked at the sky. I don't remember what we talked about, but everything was pretty much perfect. Definitely quality time with my boys. Quality time is defined as all parties have a GREAT time.

I'm not sure is Michael and Kevin remember this, but it's a memory that I will treasure forever. Our picnic in the front yard. And that fruitless Mulberry tree? Loads of memories come from that. Hanging Birdhouses from it, the kids climbing it when it was trimmed back, Michael raking the leaves from under it. And even now, just last week, Kevin and I were under it watching Roxy and Dude run around the yard like maniacs. I even challenged Kevin to try and catch the maniac dogs (since he's supposed to be so fast) We call them the greasy pigs when the dogs get like this. Kevin caught both of them. Me? I failed miserably.

I treasure these times and I can't wait to make new memories. Something about warm summer evenings. They're magical.