Pick Me!

We were invited out to a family ranch today, complete with a very mature organic cherry orchard. We picked and picked and picked to our heart's content.

The kids climbed up high in the trees to get the darkest and sweetest of cherries. Kid Mock did not eat even one-half of a cherry, can you believe it? Due to his "sensitive" nature, the seeds freaked him out and caused too much commotion in enjoying the fruit, therefore, he rather chose to sharpen his hardworking man-picking skills.

To which he did intensely (seems as if he does everything with acute passion, read tennis post below).

Monkey neighbor girl ate to her tummy's content.

Kid was able to use the official cherry-picking ladder. He loved tossing the cherries into our bag below.

Any question what Bee did the whole time?

I think not. Be it cherries or the other, his face looked a lot like this all day.

Melt my heart, Dylan. Those cheeks are the cause for possibly yearning for yet another boy... is it so? Did I just say that?This little ladybug wanted to come home with us. And how splendid are those cherries in their ripened organic state?

Now that I have a heap full of cherries soon to spoil, I am in desperate need of recipes, anything cherry-related. Please pass on your family's secret cherry pie, cherry turnover, cherry sauce or something fantastic that I don't even know about. I will try my best to make it.

Please.

This is me.

Begging.

*side note: Oh, how I want to go on and on about the land, the nostalgia of acreage, freedom, fresh air, silence, solitude, horses, dirt, country.... but, alas, Honey Bean has got a hold of me and I'm pretty much shot after 5pm. Shot as in immobile, exhausted, incapable of putting more than two thoughts together. Sigh.