...the cherries are eaten-and were perfect! After we came back from Valencia( where I go to pick DD up from the bus, when she's coming down from Barcelona), we decided that said cherries were looking 'just right'...not too big- not too little; not too pink- not too red; not too hard-not too soft...and reckoned it was time to 'go for it'.
'You realise there is a price to pay for having one of the precious cherries?' I asked DD
'There is?....' she replied, looking very suspiciously at me( as I grabbed the camera) 'Oh mum...do I have to?..I mean.really-why?'
'For posterity of course..it's our first crop!..and DON'T EAT THAT TILL I GET A PICTURE OF IT!' I cried.
'You don't really call two cherries a crop, I'm thinking' she retorted, but she did sit where I was pointing to
'Do I look as stupid as I feel?'
'Do we need a photo of me with my mouth full?' (she mumbled)
'Look as if you're really savouring it' pipes up the photographer
'It's actually really sweet ..can I have yours?'
Even though she had been a good sport, there was no way she was having my share of the 'crop'!
Maybe next year we'll have enough for two each!
Tanks for dropping by!
Look after you
Alison xx