When the mulberries come out the deer come closer and closer to the house. They sample more plants and as our tree grows bigger more berries land on the back deck. It is as if we set out a snack bar for our four legged friends. Putting pots on the back deck is an act of wishful thinking, almost as if I have been sitting under the tree of forgetfulness.
“This is the Tree of Forgetfulness. All the headmen here plant one of these trees in the village. They say ancestors stay inside it. If there is some sickness or if you are troubled by spirits, then you sit under the Tree of Forgetfulness and your ancestors will assist you with whatever is wrong.”
― Alexandra Fuller, Cocktail Hour under the Tree of Forgetfulness