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.
I’m with Joan–I think you need to make some pie with those cherries. Although all that pitting would be tedious.
I probably told you this story, so forgive me if I am repeating myself. The neighbors had a HUGE cherry tree out in front and it was always loaded with white cherries. None of us saw white cherries before and so we never dared to try them. When the tree was damaged and they hired some Hispanic men to take it down, we learned what we were missing all those years. The men who were removing it were collecting ALL of the cherries–off the ground and off the tree. They asked if they could take them. Only THEN did we reach down to taste them….and learned what fools we were. Ugh.
As I told Joan, I can’t gather enough to do that or I most certainly would. :food: I probably couldn’t get enough at one time to make a cup pie. :no:
I often quote the old German proverb to myself, “We grow so soon old and so late smart.” :dunce: Allowing you taste buds a sense of adventure can lead to some gross experiences, but it can also lead to wonderful delights. 🙂
The cherry tree takes me back to when my grandpa used to have cherry and other fruit trees. there was always plenty of fruit to eat back then. I miss those times.
Those were good days for you. I’d miss them too.
Late 70s through 81 we had about 50 fruit trees. Apples (mostly), plums, peaches, sweet cherries and sour cherries. That was great! I also had an excellent rhubarb patch. We never had a shortage of goodies to make pies. :food:
What?! You don’t like cherry pie? These aren’t great eaten off the tree, but boy are they good for cooking.
Of course I love cherry pie! :food: I know they are best served in a pie, but I can’t gather enough for that. :no:
Hurrah for pretty cherries on the tree. My great grandfather (he was in his 90’s when I was little) had one right outside of his bedroom window that he loved. When we’d go visit, we’d try to get a cherry or two and he’d shake his cane at us through the window and tell us to ‘go on!’ I guess he liked looking at them too. 🙂 He was a nice great grandpa unless you were too close to looking like you were going to get a cherry off of his tree. :laff:
Rosey, you are welcome to help yourself to any cherries you find on my tree. :hkitty:
You will have to admit that, even if the cherries aren’t that great, it’s a really beautiful tree.
Yes it is a beautiful tree. I’ve always enjoyed having it here. :up:
So, Chuck, where are the birds? I simply cannot see them. Are you sure they are there?
Well, Bonnie, like some people, the birds flew as soon as they saw the camera. :laff:
I dunno; taste buds saying, “Want some sour red cherries!”
While these were nothing “to get excited about,” that doesn’t mean that there was no satisfaction in chewing on them. 😎