The cherries are ripening on the tree by the front porch. I’ve been picking what I can reach with a chair.
I’m going to try to back a truck over there or something this weekend so I can reach higher. So far, I picked a pound of cherries yesterday.
But there are more! And I must have them…..
These are sour cherries, which are best eaten sweetened and cooked, but I like them right off the tree, too. I’m not sure what I’m making with them this year. Jelly is easiest with cherries because you don’t have to deal with the pits, but I’m a sucker for cherry jam, so I might go to the trouble. I haven’t decided yet. First I have to figure out how to get them off the tree from the higher branches. A friend of mine told me a story about how when she was a kid, she spent one summer sitting in a cherry tree reading books and eating cherries. Which reminded me of the joke–why do elephants paint their toenails red? (So they can hide in cherry trees.) I think I’d feel like an elephant if I tried to climb this cherry tree.
But I wouldn’t mind sitting in a tree for the summer reading books and eating cherries.
When I was a kid, I used to sit in a plum tree to hide from my piano teacher when she came over on lesson day, but that’s another story!