The vacant lot two “doors” down from us was sold to a developer. But many, many, many years ago, some lovely soul planted two sour cherry bushes at (what was then) the back of the lot.
Last week, at about 9:30 at night, you might have found me on a cherry expedition. Just me, my pail, and those bushes. Accompanied by my cloak of mosquitos. Tonight, it was jam making time. But just 5 small jars.