are by far and away my favorite fruit. Which means that I really only indulge for a few weeks every May/June when the orchards in Washington State and British Columbia are in full production.
We don’t have our own tree. After the disastrous attempt at planting fruit trees – immediately eaten by the deer, we only have the Meyer Lemon tree as a fruit producer. It is years old and still providing crops of lemons for a good portion of the year.
And I haven’t seen any cherry trees around here. Not so in the neighborhood where our eldest lines with her two boys. There are cherry trees, the occasional fallen fruit –
which can be picked up. But mostly it is sidewalks splattered and stained with the remains of fruit which over ripe and no longer able to hang out, splatted down. I’m not finding intact fruit anymore, so I think it will be off to the market for more tasty cherries.
and sidewalks splattered
