First Bite of the Cherry
Cherry ripe. Cherry ripe. Well, perhaps not yet.
I thought, that as I had let you in at the beginning – remember, we had a picture of the cherry blossom just before it flowered, heralding in the pollen season – I ought to show the fruits of your patience. Unfortunately, not only are they not quite ripe but these particular fruit are high in the tree, well out of easy reach.
Last year we collected half a dozen low hanging fruit and put them in a jar with a couple of spoonfuls of sugar. We also added a covering of brandy, purely for its preservative qualities, of course. We had in mind an autumn treat, with possibly meringue and a few spoonfuls of ice cream – just to keep the cherries from scraping on the bowl.
Life, however, intervened. Have you noticed, it does this often. I think it begins to feel that it’s being ignored and it has to do something dramatic, just to get our attention. I wish it would just cough or clear its throat discretely instead – then we would glance its way and make an effort to include it in the conversation.
Anyway, as I was saying, last year popped in for a quick chat and then hurried off, muttering ‘I must get on!’ and, in all the hustle and bustle, we forgot about the jar of cherries.
Do you think they’re still edible or do you think they’ve gone rotten?