I was in Heaven, our first summer in the Aerie. If I wasn't on the back deck watching bald eagle antics, you could find me under the cherry tree popping dark and sweet fuit into my open mouth like an impatient baby bird. I loved the light filtering through the leaves and the feel of its bark under my hand.
Last summer after the cool, wet spring the cherries didn't make it. Well, let me amend that...any cherries that did make it were snarfled by our nesting ravens before I could get there. I soothed my hurt feelings by paying the extra for the mouth-watering Mt. Rainier cherries. I was leery of their look, so pale and all, until the first time my taste buds made merry over them.
Cherries (the way Mama Gaia gives them) are such a favourite, though EVERYTHING either cherry-flavoured or EVERYTHING folks do to cherries do not "amuse bouche" at all...yuck. I'm sorry, the only thing that tastes like an enjoyable cherry to me...is a cherry!
So, this year worried me. That little flash of heat and then the Mama turned time backwards and our skies lowered with the temperatures. Oh no, not another year sans cherries after getting totally hooked...*whimper.*
Oh joy of joys! It's a little later than usual (well, so is the arrival of this year's fawns) but...WE HAVE CHERRIES! *Lorraine does happy dance we call the Edith Bunker Shuffle.* Oh yes, oh yes!
Now...we wait...we watch...we listen for the hard-edged whispers of ravens in the fir trees. I ready myself for this year's Olympic race for the cherries. Excuse me while I go do a little weight-training for my picking arm, keeping my eyes hungrily on the prize!