This afternoon, there were a dozen or so fallen leaves under the mulberry tree. It is always the first tree to begin losing its leaves, and the last to finish losing them. For the next third of a year, I will be raking them. Only a few, at first, and then more and more. I am always astonished at how many leaves this tree manages to drop every year. They don't seem that many when they are on the tree, but on the ground there seems to be no end to them. The price of dense summer shade, I suppose.