Every year about this time we get to pick cherries from our good friend Pete's farm. At first, more end up in our mouths than in our bags. As you stand near the trunk, you look up into a canopy of jewels, every cluster ripe and sun kissed. It is easy to get carried away because each one looks more delicious than the next and there are three different varieties. We move along from one tree to the next, the heat and dust being all part of the experience. Later, back at home, they get washed and placed into a basket. This always looks like a beautiful piece of art sitting on my counter top. The tummy aches we get that day aren't always welcome, but are well worth the price of this tradition.
5 comments:
Oh those look so very good! Oh yum!
Oh Darlene ~~~ dancing in the rain in your nightgown, now dancing through the cherry fields, eating lushious fruit ~~ I can't stand it... It's like you are living in a fairy tale, and I'm not there to share it!!!
Angela, what a "peach" she is, and the basket of cherries to die for.
That is what I miss about the Valley!!!
Love and Hugs forever...
Wanda Mom
Wow! That sounds like such fun to pick cherries! And they look yummy! I love them too! Nice friend you have there! And Angela.....could she be any more beautiful?
and, don't they taste so much better when you pick them yourself?
beautiful!
what a wonderful post
cherries are fun to pick and taste even better after you have picked them
hugs
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