Better Luck Next Year

Back in late May, we had a few major thunderstorms.

 

My cherries, still unripe, paid a price.  The sour cherries did not grow very large and half the sweet cherries ended up on the ground, rotting.

 

A few days of sun gave me hope.

 

Now, again, we are in rain mode.  The rain does wonders for my perennials, and weeds, but not so much for my cherries.

 

The small sour cherries look like they might be ripening.  We are going ‘crazy’ or is it ‘lazy’ this year by not covering the tree with netting to protect the crop from our friendly, and hungry, neighborhood birds.  We are keeping our fingers crossed that we will harvest enough for a pie or two for us, not the birds.

 

But, the sweet cherries are doomed.  The fruit remaining on the tree has been invaded by ants - a new phenomenon for us here at Mountain Glen Farm.  Oh no, yikes, double ugh!!  ANTS!!!!  Almost each and every cherry is being munched on as I write this obit.  We will truly miss the sweet flesh, the organic juice, the natural flavor as only our own homegrown cherries can provide.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Like the saying goes, “Better luck next year.”

 

That is what I call a 'perfect; golden brown!

Fortunately, we (more me than Glenn - he is the sour cherry connoisseur) are still enjoying our own homegrown strawberries…sauce, jam and shortcake.  Yummy!

 

One for two is better than zero. 


And, Mrs. Robin is still hanging out on her nest.