Did that catch your eye? It’s my idea of a little joke. The old saying was that, when asked by his father who cut down the cherry tree, a young GW admitted that he was the culprit. Can’t tell a lie, and all that nonsense!
So the connection to me? Cherries, obviously! We have not cut down our cherry trees, we’ve been collecting cherries! We wait for the cherry harvest all winter long, through the blossoming in spring, watching as they ripen. Each stage has its hazards – for example, if it is too windy or too cold during blossom time, the blossom will drop and there will be no cherries. (this happened 2 years ago)
This week, the first 2 trees were ready to go. Ripe, deep red cherries, full to bursting with sweet cherry juice. The cherries are small this year, as the winter was dry, but that just serves to make the flavor more intense. The third cherry tree by the veg garden (a different type, yellow with a pink blush) is about a week away, and the other trees in the olive grove will come after that.
We picked a bucket full of cherries yesterday, and will pick more tomorrow. These will be frozen, made into jam, made into cherry brandy, crafted into pies and cakes. Friends are coming up on Monday, to pick their fill of cherries. Yes, we could pick and sell our surplus, but it’s far nicer to share with friends and family.
Our daughter is coming to visit in a couple of weeks, and we’re hoping there are still some cherries left by then, as they are one of her favorite fruits. They are a treat not many can afford in the UK (in checking this morning, one supermarket is charging £12.99/kilo for cherries!!).
As I can’t share them physically with the rest of our friends, here’s a photo from yesterday – does it help you to think of me eating and enjoying them? 🙂