While we were up north visiting Papa Duke and Barbara, my dad wanted to take a drive out across the hills and over to the Cherry Orchards, strawberry fields and pick some fruit, so we all hopped in the Honda Pilot and took a field trip.
It was a beautiful day in the eighties with a breeze and the smell of berries was in the air. I didn't wear any deodorant so yeah, I was sweating a little. The boys were in heaven walking the rows, picking cherries off the trees and popping them in their mouths. Julian was eating them whole which means the next day was not fun for me.
They us buckets to fill, but lots of the cherries didn't make it in because they weren't dark enough. The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice:) right. I think we all had lots of fun out there!
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