I used to spit fruit seeds and pits all over my New York backyard when I was a kid. I thought the idea that one of those would grow up to be a tree that created sweet, divine fruit was beyond believable! And I’d wish on shooting stars and wish bones that one day I’d have one of those trees in my very own backyard. Danny and Mickey next door had a bing cherry tree next door to that Long Island home and they’d spend a week or two in the early summer hanging from the branches, sucking down red juicy cherries while we watched with our chins pressed up against the wooden fence. One day. One day, I’d think.
Almost seven years ago, Matt and I moved to the foothills to a nice family home, away from the city and back in the foothills we both loved as teens. Lo and behold, this house had not one, but TWO amazing cherry trees. I guess the one needs the other to actually MAKE cherries. Who knew… So June each year is an amazing time as we watch the kids reach over the balcony to grab their very own sweet cherries. This year was our best “crop” yet and we’ve been taking advantage of it every day. Just need to hire a professional to come clean the cherry stains out of the carpets, but we’ll wait another week or two for that! Cherry crisp anyone?
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