Not your proverbial sour grapes, but sour cherries, the kind I used to pick is a child. I'd climb up my grandmother's cherry tree and stuff my face....the cherry stains were hard to get out, but hey, I didn't have to deal with that.
These beauties come from my friend's cherry tree and I didn't even have to climb. She'd already picked them for me.
2 comments:
Better for jam, I imagine.
Good enough to relish!
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