Believe it or not, sometimes I get depressed with politics. Today I went back to my friend George, who had spread tarps beneath his mulberry tree, and I picked up mulberries to make mulberry jelly.
I pickled half a bucket full, but I do need more. I’ll go back Sunday for the rest--by that time more will have fallen. When I was ready to leave, George gave me a bottle of his mulberry wine. This is prize-winning wine, vintage 2011. It was a very good year. I’m not thinking about politics right now. I’m not depressed.
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