Cherries

Yes, we did go cherry picking. After a short tiff at home and a long drive to Brentwood with a long detour to Berkeley to pick up you know who. Gave her ample notice we were en-route and still managed to keep us waiting by the roadside waiting for the grand entrance. When will they be punctual? All the more anxious given the distance, the very late start from home and the closing time of 4 to 5.

Still we arrive just before 3:30 with an hour and a half to gaze in wonder at the bunches just hanging off the rows on rows of trees. And of course, it is expected, almost compulsory that you pops one every now and then into the mouth after cleaning them rough shod on the shirt. The sun was out and it was actually warm but not hot. Perfect day for such activities. Ladders conveniently placed here and there but still the temptation to climb and go after the big dark red ones up high was too great to ignore. At $2 a pound, the cherries were not exactly cheap but you get to pick and they are fresh. Some families even bring mats to sit under the trees and have a picnic of sort, ignoring the sign up front that said, no picnicking, no climbing on trees, no dogs and ... And kids picking the low hanging ones and have a game of cherry throwing. Such waste.

We picked enough to share with the Tans and Lais. And Nic brought a bunch back to share with her new room mate. All in all, a good day. I got my exercise and I got my cherries. But I forgot my camera to take pics.