Looking out the window watching the three kids play with their dad in the backyard as I washed the cherries we had just finished picking from the tree I started to wonder…when they are grown, will this be a memory? Will this be something they remember? Will they think back on the summers of their childhood and think about the evenings where we picked cherries from the tree and played in the yard as a family? Will they believe it was something they did every day? every week? or just every so often? As I stood there watching them, I decided it didn’t matter…as long as they remembered.

So please excuse the technically not perfect shot of the view I had while watching my family play…and yes, all three kids were out there…I just couldn’t get a shot with all of them without exposing the complete disaster of my kitchen

and here is the bowl (one of many) of cherries…I thought they looked so cool, each one a perfect little red heart…I don’t really like cherries though. Any ideas on what to do with them all????