vicious mulberries

So there is this Himalayan mulberry tree hanging just over the threshold to my office here on the dear ol’ FOB. Up until today, I had not given the tree much thought. I would say to myself: “gosh its nice there is a tree here”, and that was about the extent of my mulberry tree consideration. In fact, it took me a good three weeks just to figure out that it is in fact a mulberry tree, as I had never knowingly seen one before. I thought that it was mulberry bush not mulberry tree. But there is no such thing.

Also up until today, the wind had not blown more than 2 or 3 kilometers per hour. However, this evening, from out of no where, the wind found itself and began asserting itself with authority. In fact, for some unfortunate reason, the wind chose to kick in at exactly the moment that I was walking up to the threshold to my office.

The nexus of myself, suddenly authoritative wind, heavy over-ripe mulberries, and the steps to my office is not a pretty thing. To keep it short: I lost, the mulberries won, and the wind split hit-and-run style.

Seems silly that the most danger I have seen since coming here, has come from a mulberry tree. I wonder if they award medals to survivors of mulberry attacks (?).