Wednesday, July 22, 2009


Sitting on the dock over Lake Simcoe with a big bowl of these juicy jewels being warmed by the sun. I grab ‘em by the handful then snag the fruit from the stems with my front teeth. I spit the pits into my hand or at the nearest child, and then wipe my hand on my beach towel when nobody’s looking. Isn’t there just something about cherries that make you feel like a kid again?


Anonymous said...

Too funny...poor kids...there were probably parents picking cherry pits off of children's clothes all over town. Cherries DEFINITELY remind me of being a kid--we used to go to the Cherry Festival in Traverse City, MI every summer...YUM! Luckily I have Flathead cherries to look forward to in a week or so.

Erin said...

Thanks for reminding me Amy! Yummy!