It was Felix fourth birthday today, and what he wanted for his birthday more than anything, was a party. Both of my boys adore a good bash, and the more the merrier. Up to the point where Felix wanted to invite his father's business partners along.
Lovely guys, but not happening.
When I realised we would be having up to 20 children running amok in the garden today, in the back of my mind I was vaguely aware that there would have to be some collateral damage. And that there were Things I Wanted To Protect.
Foremost in my mind was the peanut plant, but it's way back in a boring corner, so I checked that off the list. The raised garden beds have proven in the past to be pretty unappealing to small children, so that was okay too. The side passage, well I was worried, I cannot tell a lie, but I was pretty sure nothing would happen that I couldn't cope with. So all was good.
Until I remembered the mulberry on the mulberry tree.
The fruit in our garden seems to ripen one at a time. And as the mulberry has exactly five mulberries on it, I was pretty aware of their individual ripeness statuses.
And I knew that one was almost ready. Almost, but not quite.
I had to make a tough call this morning fellow bloggers, one that I wouldn't wish upon any of you.
If I left the mulberry on the tree to ripen further, I ran a very real risk of losing my very first mulberry to small hands.
But if I ate it, I'd be losing out on an extra day or two of sweet, sweet ripening.
Who am I kidding. The choice was easy, since when have I ever shied away from picking things too early?
And the mulberry was delicious. A bit of red on them never hurt anyone.
Bring on the next four!