This year I actually tried to document the little cherry tree as it went from flower to fruit.
I'd forgotten it was around until it was in full bloom. The blossoms only lasted a short while, until a giant windstorm left the street blanketed in white petals.
I'd assumed that the storm was so brutal that cherries wouldn't appear. It's not like we ever get a lot of cherries...that is, we don't seem to enjoy many of the little trees fruits. Between the squirrels, birds, chipmunks and the street urchins next door, at most we seem to get is a mediumish bowl of them.
Not this year. I think the street urchins' new tomcat, Taz, has done much to dissuade the creatures (four- and two-legged) from helping themselves. Quite an adorable little butterscotch boy (but then again, most ginger boycats are)...Anyway, the tree fruited beautifully and we've been nibbling on cherries for about two weeks. This week we collected two large carrier bags of mottled, blushing sweet lovelies.
A friend suggested I "do" something with them.
Personally, I think the best thing to "do" with them, is to rinse them and eat them.
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