Thursday, 16 July 2015
Cherry ripe, ripe I cry!
We had our own cherry tree in the garden although the fruit was only good for cooking. But the cherry pies Mum made were delicious.
Not all that long after we moved into this house some 45 years ago, I planted a cherry tree in the garden. Yesterday morning, when I looked out of the bedroom window, I noticed that the fruit was just about ready for picking. By the evening, the crop had been harvested, the tree stripped bare. But not by any human hands. It was wood pigeons, jackdaws and blackbirds that enjoyed our cherries this year. As last year. And the year before that.
I shall just have to buy some cherries in the shops.
Talking of which, I wanted to buy strawberries the other day. I have to buy them from the shop although I would much prefer to pick my own but the back and knees won't take it. So I went to the soft fruit area in the supermarket where I saw tray after tray of Dutch strawberries. Dutch strawberries in the heart of the English season! To make matters worse, they were all of the Elsanta variety, a variety I will not buy as the fruit simply does not have the right flavour. I suppose it looks good and has a longer shelf-life than the varieties I prefer, like Sonata or Driscoll's Jubilee. Fortunately, I did eventually find some Scottish-grown Sonata.