My parents planted this cherry tree in 1979. It was the best move they ever made (aside from having a third child). Every year (some better than others), it produces the most wonderfully delicious sour cherries.
When the cherries are ripe, you clip a bucket to your belt and you go pickin’. And you’d better get to pickin’ the very minute they are ready, otherwise the birds will figure it out and eat all of them. And then you will be angry. Very angry. Because you will know that you are missing out on the best cherry pie in the world. So when my mom casually mentioned to me that the cherries were ready, AND that my dad wouldn’t pick them (something about being “too busy”), I had to act. Quickly.
Mr and I took a break from VBS one day to pick cherries (that’s why he is wearing a name tag), and he was getting really annoyed with Trooper always jumping on him begging for cherries.
But he was more than happy to feed them to PomPom, the little stray dog that has joined the pack at my parent’s home. We couldn’t figure out exactly why Mr liked this dog so much… constantly talking about him, petting him, etc… until he asked me, “where’s the kitty?” He thinks PomPom is a cat. LOL
I had to stop picking them because they were getting to heavy for my belt, and it was starting to pull my pants down. Which is not actually a big deal considering my parents live in the middle of the woods, but still.
Oh man, you have no idea how wonderful these are. And when I took them in the house, I smelled the most delicious cherry pie… hot and fresh from the oven. Talk about instant gratification! Turns out that mom had picked some the day before and had a pie ready for me. Isn’t she the best.
I have a ton of things to blog about regarding this trip, but it’s been pretty difficult to get to my personal images lately. Cut me some slack, it’s wedding season and paying clients come first!!
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