This post has nothing to do with coffee.  Okay, I’m drinking a cup of coffee, which I’ve “dosed” with some hot chocolate mix.  My morning after lunch mocha.  Aahhh!

Thursday, after supper, Sylvia announced that she was going out to “take a look at the garden.”  I replied that I was thinking about doing that too.  So after the table was cleared and the dishes taken care of, we set out together to look at the garden.  Looks like we’re in for another good year if this trend holds.

Next stop was the mailbox.  And so we made the hike to retrieve what ever Sally (our mailperson) had delivered.  On the way, Sylvia said it looks like cherries on the cherry tree.  I agreed.

With mail in hand we headed to the cherry tree, where we saw this:

Sour cherries, but where are the birds?

This is only the second year in the fourteen years that we have lived that we’ve seen cherries on the tree.  Most years we only see those that fell to the ground and pits that the birds hadn’t swallowed or carried away.  They were okay to eat, but not worth getting excited about.  I’d say that they are better to see with the eye than to taste with the tongue.  Some things are like that.