Today was a perfect dry, cool summer day... high sparse clouds... and the tart cherries are ripe for the picking. Pick them I did. In a little over an hour of relaxed meandering through the trees, I have about eleven pounds of cherries. They are pitted now and half are frozen in quart bags. The rest will wait until tomorrow to become pies most likely. I pit by hand one at a time so the cherry stays round, plump and juicy. Years ago the tart pie cherries were called "sours." Marketing experts thought "tart" sounded better.
A note on the Wascally Wabbit in my garden.... he has eaten the third planting of lettuce almost entirely... it's time I planted more for him. My own lettuce is now growing nicely in a large pot on a raised deck seat. Keeping my fingers crossed little Bunny doesn't climb.
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