They’re the cherries that you meet / When you’re walking down the street / They’re the cherries that you long to eat.
We really have no need to go to an orchard to get cherries because our neighborhood is an urban oasis of cherry trees just falling over with fruit.
Growing up in PA we had two cherry trees, none of which ever bore any acceptable fruit because the birds would get to them before they could ripen. We even netted them a few time, to embarassing results.
And now, within an acre of land in our Northeast Salem micro-neighborhood, I find that we have six fruiting cherry trees, owned by hospitable neighbors, with more fruit than you can shake a stick at.
I say: “What an embarassment of riches!”
Adams says: “Really now, who would ever want to chop a cherry tree down in the first place.”
