Oh, what a beautiful morning, I considered, as I pushed Avelyn down the orchard rows, my eyes scanning the lines for a cherry tree heavy with ripe fruit. Lo! There it was! Such beauty, such bounty. I placed my bucket on a branch and began to pick. What a peaceful way to start our day, retrieving our breakfasts from the freshest of sources.
Mere moments into my harvest, I heard a shriek. Actually it was a series of shrieks from my baby girl, distraught at her being restrained in a stroller. “Woman! Free me from this oppressive prison!” she called.
“Dearest child,” I reasoned, “I must gather these crimson gems for a few moments more. Please be patient.”
She shrieked in increasing measure.
So I set the half-full bucket on her tray and she contemplated the goodness before her.
After the shrieking abated I wormed the pits out of a few cherries and let her nibble them so I could finish picking. That did the trick and she was quiet, although covered in blood-red juice, for the remainder of the morning.
“Aww yeeeahh,” she slurred.
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mmmhhhmmmmh good. She is lovin those isn’t she? Does that stain clothing? If so, I bet you are going through the outfits! She is such a doll.
Cute and funny too! Enjoyed the picture journey.
Great story! I imagine you had a nice mess to clean up! What’s with Avelyn’s expressions lately? They’re priceless!
Oh my goodness I am so jealous! I would give anything for fresh cherries in the morning. Although I have no restraint when it comes to eating them which is never a good thing.
She is such an expressive little girl these days. She is getting cuter every day!
Aww… that last picture is great!
kinda looks like a baby vampire – but cute …
That is a marmot kidney disappearing down the child’s maw. Rolo must have brought her a fresh kill. Good dog, Rolo.
Drunk off cherries. I had a similar experience with a brownie sundae last night.
That, my friend, is a classic shot. I get the same expression on my face when I eat cherries :)
Grandpa – you have got to stop reading “The Far Side ” by Gary Larson.
I’m so glad to see you have cherries, despite that hail storm. They do look yummy.
I’m a little disturbed at the thought of your child eating a marmot kidney. But, the cherries are cute.
That last picture (is great! and) just sent me careening back to childhood memories of my babycarrot sister and I eating cherries on our front porch, and staining EVERYTHING cherry red. My mom never did figure out how we managed to get it all over ourselves, and all over the porch. We were blessed with serious spillage skills. ; )
“free me from this oppressive prison”.
That made me snort.
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