Cherries. Sweet Sweet Cherries. How I dream of you each year. I remember when I planted my cherry tree twelve years ago. A $7.00 stick that made my hubby shake his head in bewilderment. Surely this stick wouldn’t become a tree.
Meant to be a dwarf tree of a maximum height of ten to fifteen feet, this tree holds sour cherries on the left, sweet bing cherries on the right. Now nearly twenty feet tall. I’m anxiously awaiting the sweet cherries to become ripe.
Watching a downy woodpecker couple alternately visit my suet log. Eating “two for me..one for you” they were filling their empty bellies before heading back to their nest with filled bills of suet for their little family.
While stalking my tree in the humid afternoon, waiting for the perfect kodak moment with the woodpeckers I started to dream. Sweet fresh cherries right off the tree. Cherry pie, cherry tart, cherries jubilee.
But wait..what is that? Is that a cherry thief high on top of the tree?
No..it can’t be! The cherries aren’t even ripe yet ! Don’t steal my cherries! Who is that anyway?
It’s a Blue Jay having the time of his life. Enjoying MY CHERRIES !! Darned thief – get out of here!