When we moved here and I wanted cherry trees, Vince said “They will never produce here!” I didn’t care. I figured if we didn’t plan them, there was a 100% chance we would never get cherries. We planed 6 or 8 cherry trees. Last year, we got one cherry and we split it.
The cherry tree closest to the house had nice, red . . almost ripe enough to pick, cherries. Five of them! Something had already pecked into two of them. Yesterday I sat in my chair and saw cardinals eyeing those cherries and four times I went out and chased them off.
Last night, I hauled the ladder out to the cherry tree. Since I couldn’t reach them without standing on the very top of the ladder, I had to climb down and go get Vince to come out and hold the ladder. The whole time I was up there, I was thinking . . grannies should NOT be doing this.
Three cherries . . not quite ripe . . a bit sour but our tree made cherries! I told Vince to take one. He said . . no, you can have them so I ate all three of them.
I need to go check the other trees and see if any of them have cherries. Vince said “Three cherries. That was worth the investment!” I said . . better than the apricots have done . . because last year, between the three apricot trees, we got one little sickly looking apricot and Vince ate it. Other than that, they’ve never even bloomed. This is not the best place to try to go fruit but . . what else would we be doing if we weren’t messing with fruit trees?