Today we picked the cherries from our dwarf cherry tree. Well, it was a dwarf tree when we planted it, but grew taller than I expected. It's still not a huge tree and we often have a meager harvest. This year the tree was full of beautiful fruit, a sight that made me feel so happy I did a little dance. I ate all the fruit on the lower branches, then watched the crows and scrub jays feast on the cherries high in the tree. At first, I felt generous, but then decided we needed to get serious about cherry picking. So, Bob hauled out the ladder and we picked about 3/4 of the fruit today. I left the rest for the birds, because I don't want my harvest next year to be jinxed by greed.
When I offered some cherries to my neighbor, he gave us freshly picked strawberries. These were small, sweet berries, totally unlike the bland monsters sold at the store. Some were as small as raspberries, with an intense sweet odor that clung to my fingers.