This morning Vince and I were sitting and talking and it brought back funny memories.
Yesterday it snowed quite a bit in southern parts of Louisiana and I was talking to a friend and she said everyone was calling everyone at 4 a.m., telling them it was snowing. Lights in neighborhoods came on and bundled up children came running out to play in the snow. The weatherman there said it was 1960 the last time they got that much snow.
I was telling Vince about it this morning and it reminded me of our first night in Kentucky when they were predicting snow. Vince said “Yes! One flake and you were standing at the front door screaming and running to get Chad out of bed to come see the snow.”
Here’s the rest of that story:
Me: I miss getting to see snow.
Vince: Oh . . remember a few days ago when it got cold here and you were saying “It’s SO COLD!”?
Me: We’re used to so much heat and cold seems really cold. Remember when we moved here and we laughed at people for wearing coats and gloves when it wasn’ really cold? Now we’re those people.
Vince: I don’t want to get used to the cold again.
Me: But cherries won’t grow unless we have cold weather.
Then we started talking about the first time we went to Reid’s Orchard in Kentucky. They had advertised that they had cherries. You had to go pick your own so we went and had picked only a handful when we all three decided to eat one. We thought we were picking sweet cherries but they were sour cherries. All of us spit them out, handed our buckets to other people and left.
It was after we moved to MO and a friend had sour cherry trees that I realized sour cherries are what you use for pies and jams and all the wonderful cherry food items and we’ve been trying to get cherries to grow in Texas. The nurseries say they will grow here and every now and then they will produce but not very often. It all depends on the chill hours. I think we have 8 cherry trees. Each cold day, I tell myself . . “chill hours”. I need more chill hours.
It’s funny how things change . . we’ve turned into old folks who can’t tolerate the cold and we’ve gone from spitting out the sour cherries to trying everything we can to get them to grow.
Change can be good or bad but almost all of our memories are good ones. Even the bad ones.
Sherrill Pecere says
I grew up in OKC and it was colder up there than down here. I had a huge cherry tree in my backyard and each season, my dad would get up in the tree and pick all the cherries and we’d all help pit the cherries then my mom would prep and freeze for homemade cherry cobbler all winter! SOO good!! Now, at my age, I don’t want ANY chill hours! HA I’m definitely a freezer!
Stephani in N. TX says
Life produces a lot of sour cherries, but there’s still a lot to savor. (I really didn’t know sour cherries were the basis for the wonderful desserts and goodies we consume. Braum’s chain sells a great frozen cherry pie, heavenly when baked.)
The Eclectic Abuela says
Okay, you’ve made me hungry. I think I’ll make a cherry pie/cobbler for Christmas dinner.
Susan says
Now you know you lived your life right if even the bad ones are good ones. =) Great cherries can be grown in Utah. I used to drive up there every year and buy them. There were signs all over where people had orchards in their yards – cherries and peaches and other fruits, too. I remember borrowing my friend’s cherry pitter. Now I have my own, but I don’t think I’ve ever used it, because my cherry tree died, and that was the end of that! Good times. =)
Rebecca in SoCal says
So did you get the snow that was predicted for Wednesday night? I believe they did down in Austin.
I still laugh remembering, when I moved to Minnesota from Seattle, people would ask me (very seriously) “does it snow there?” Before I had experienced a winter in MN, I didn’t know to say “Yes, but it doesn’t always stick.” The first time I saw a cold, dry snow blowing across the road, I didn’t know what it was!