Once a year, for just one to two weeks, I have cherries from my own two trees – sweet and warm from the sun and eaten almost as soon as they’re picked. The trees produce for more than two weeks, but competition with the birds shortens even that brief season. They swoop in at the first scent of sugar and start with the ripe ones (just like I do but there are more of them). Once the birds have picked those clean, they happily move on to the unripened and at that point it is over. They win. They always do.
Right now though, there are abundant cherries and we all get a tummy full.
Easter weekend was fuller than usual. I got to spend a full day with a much loved nephew and his family.
Family and fruit has made me unbloggy. I feel like a lazy bee in the summer, riding the air and drunk with honey.