We picked the sour cherries on the farm today. It was a perfect morning, all sunshine and light breezes. I am still city-girl enough to be amazed that real food grows straight from the ground and on trees. All we have to do is harvest it, and it is ours, for the price of a morning of work.
There are so many lessons to be learned on a farm about work, and good stewardship, and a slower, more simple life. Olivia exclaimed, "This is so much better than watching TV! If we work hard and pick these cherries now, we can have pies all year long!"
Yes. YES. Thank you Jesus, for the great blessing of a country childhood.
It's a pretty good adulthood too.
(We pit and freeze the cherries, and then we do indeed have pies all year long, if we are all careful about when we make them. Cherry pie is a special occasion pie around here, and I think it may be everyone's very favorite).