Last weekend I went out to the garden to pick what I was sure was "just a few" fresh strawberries from the giant mess of a strawberry patch in our lovely garden. Yes... "just a few". "Just a few" turned into a 20-minute gathering expedition which yielded almost 2-quarts of fresh strawberries - with the promise of more being ready soon. We had a repeat performance last night (though, with Rob helping me, it only took 10 minutes to get all of the berries)... I have found it very necessary to cut and freeze berries this year - for there is no way we will be able to keep up trying to eat the fruit as it is picked... well, without getting ill.
(Does anyone want a strawberry plant, we are going to have to cut them back to keep them in control...)
We have picked a single cherry off of our very young cherry tree (we just planted it the summer before last). There were originally two cherries, but the birds got one... so we rescued the other so we could enjoy it. (I can see I am going to have to get a net for that tree next year). The Granny Smith apple tree promises a good harvest this year... and one of our pear trees has some fruit on it.
Our poor veggie garden has yet to get really cranking. We have garlic and onions... and a couple of chili peppers... but as for the remainder (watermelon, tomatoes, other sorts of peppers, etc), it is not going well... (stupid weather!) Hopefully the nice, hot/humid weather of the past several days, and the frequent watering, will help our lovelies get going soon... for there is nothing better than a home-grown tomato picked right off the plant.
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My last dog, Roddy McDowall, used to eat the cherry tomatoes right off the vine. I'd never seen a dog do that before. It's a good memory. I didn't begrudge him any because because he looked very sweet while he was carefully pulling off the tomato and then making it pop in his mouth. And at least he ate the whole tomato. It was the darned squirrels who would eat a bite and then drop the rest of the tomato--ooh!
Oops, you blogged about cherries, not cherry tomatoes. My mistake.
I have no cherry stories to offer. I am deficient in that area. Thank goodness my mother is dead and will never know my shame. I hang my head as an unseen person plays "Tom Dooley" on a harmonica.
My dog, Apollo, loves cherry tomatoes! When he was a puppy, he would go to the garden and help himself, making it necessary to make sure the garden fell outside of the fence when we fenced in the yard.
I know exactly what you mean, I couldn't begrudge Apollo either - because he was adorable when he'd let his big brown eyes wander over to me (hands on hips, tapping toes), just as he was pulling a tomato off the plant and enjoying it.
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