Mulberry - (and not a handbag in sight)

    No sooner had I said that there's not a mulberry to be had around here for love or money, when out of the blue came a special delivery man-in-a-van bringing me a large box which contained a jar of carefully packaged Mulberry Preserve.

Next thing you know, there'll be a handsome type abseiling out of a window, skiing down moonlit slopes, braving shark-infested waters to bring me a box of chocolates, "and all because the lady loves Milk Tray" - well, this is the real-life equivalent, and pretty good at that, don't you think!

   But seriously, the jar of preserve was the gift of a very kind friend who secured this rare stuff by - I imagine - a click of the mouse rather than any more strenuous physical activity. However, it's the thought that counts and is much appreciated, and I can promise that 'the jam' will be savoured and shared with the donor in due course.

Comments

[Dark Puss]

Lucky you! Can I have the same fantasy fulfilled, although I'll swap your (presumably) male abseiler for a more gothic female vamp.

Enjoy and let us know what it is like and what you do with it.

[The Curious Cat]

Oo never tried a mulberry - what do they taste like? I take it you recommend then? xxx

[Jennifer]

The jam looks delicious, what a sweet gift.

[Susie Vereker]

Karen, can you look on my blog and tell me what the pink fruit is - I've decided it probably isn't mulberry.
By the way, your book blog is mentioned in new issue of The Author -mag of the Society of Authors. So Cornflower flowers far and wide.

[Cornflower]

Gosh, how exciting!
I'm not sure about the fruit, Susie, but I'll ask someone who may well know...

[Dark Puss]

Hello Susie, it certainly isn't a mulberry and I am reasonably sure it is Cornus capitata.

[Susie Vereker]

Thank you again, Dark Puss. Am sure you are right.