A lot of the cherries are past their prime and falling from the tree. I baked a pie yesterday that was SO delicious, I just couldn't bear to let all that potential goodness fall to the ground. So I spent about two hours on the ladder again today, picking cherries. A pair of robins scolded me unmercifully while my head was up in the branches, and I finally noticed their nest. I got a little higher than I probably should have with my fake knee, but here's what I saw:
I don't plan on picking any more cherries. There are probably at least six cups I picked today from which to remove the seeds: It's a sticky, messy, clothes-staining job I detest! Don't suggest a cherry pitter, I have to watch for worms. So I seed the little cherries one at a time.
Four years ago I planted a trumpet vine out front to attract hummingbirds. I was warned that these things can take over a place if not carefully watched. If this one oversteps its bounds, Cliff will be Johnny-on-the-spot to take control. There is one down the street from my daughter's house that has consumed a whole building... incredible!