I know that a lot people will consider the peach or the watermelon to be the fruits that epitomize summer, and I’ve got nothing against a crisp, sweet slice of watermelon or a golden, juicy peach, but to me the fruit that says lazy days and nothing but time and outdoors and sunshine and shade is cherries. I love cherries.
Today at the fruit stand I hovered around the cherries, and said,”Those look good.” The market owner, whom I didn’t realize was right at my shoulder said, “Yeah, they do, don’t they?” No one else in my family eats them, so it’s a luxury, a decadence, for me to spend our grocery money on them. I bought some.
I’ve just eaten a handful, while sitting out on the back deck. It must be summer.