I used to love mulberries, too
There was a large tree down the back, down a hill, on our property. I think all us kids, some neighbouring kids, too, would climb that tree, whenever the mulberries were ripe. I wasn't allowed to go as high as I would have liked.
Anyway, it's funny how we didn't notice how much juice stained our faces, too, when we ate while picking. We were supposed to bring back heaps to freeze... but we probably ate half of what we picked, somehow thinking no adults would notice.
If I had a big bit of land, one thing for sure, I would try to get a mulberry tree.
Funny, too, I don't recall getting in trouble for eating so many mulberries. I wonder if there being so many kids involved, from different households, that they decided we were too many to chase! A dozen kids, give or take five.