Today’s post comes to us from Jacque.
I love cherries. A bowl of cherries just sends me over the edge of contentment into pure joy. However, seldom in life have I found life to be consistently as good as the dear old axiomatic bowl of cherries. It is especially not as good as the cherry pie made from cherries ala Door County, Wisconsin (sour pie cherries).
Now I am the pleased owner of a sour pie cherry tree. For many years on holidays like Mother’s Day or birthdays, I have been getting trees and plants for the garden or yard. There are not many physical belongings I want or need. So I ask for trees and plants. They contribute oxygen to the atmosphere and produce for my table. And every time we plant one of those it is less grass to mow and tend.
The cherry tree was a Mother’s Day gift two years ago. This year it produced a bowl of cherries, after producing nary a cherry last summer. And then I produced a cherry pie. It is delicious. There are two pieces left as of the writing of this post. By the time you read this, it will be gone.
Recently, when I passed a major professional certification process, my colleague brought me a red Wiegala bush as a congratulations gesture. The “therapy certification bush” now stands proudly in the front lawn, reminding me that I did this thing. It makes me smile.
What do you like to get as a gift?