Our ornamental cherry tree has taken leave of it's lot in life.
It considers beauty to be nothing more than vanity.
Several years ago. . .
we noted it was losing it's joy in flowering. . .
and had the odd cherry instead.
We dug it out. . .and planted it at the back of the property by the big ditch.
This year. . .
it blossomed. ..not like it's mates down the driveway ..
but alone in the back. . .
it fancied itself a fruit tree.
On Sunday afternoon. . .
we went to the way back. . by the big ditch.
He climbed the ladder. .
and I stood on the ground.
He picked his ice cream pail full from the ladder.
I picked my ice cream pail full from the ground.
We spent the next several hours. . .
tediously pitting the blueberry sized cherries.
The ornamental cherry jam against the white cream cheese. . .
is where it really shines.
Everyone can look good for pictures. . .
but this ornamental cherry tree. . . .
wants to leave an impression that will last all winter.
It's funny the things I think about while pitting a pail full of blueberry sized cherries.
Today .. .I'm making a cherry ripple cheesecake.
It's my beloved's birthday .
There will be another wee one around the table this year. . .
and now we are nine.
To think we started out two.
I am so thankful for this man. . .and I love him so!
All for now. . .