We had a fun time picking cherries this afternoon. The cherry trees in the back hayfield are loaded with the most beautiful black cherries. You could see the indention in the grass where the deer had bedded down. We stood under the loaded branches and picked till our fingers were blood red from the juices. Princess Marie kept telling me her hands were red. I told her mine were red too. I took my sandals off and Princess Marie had to take hers off also. We had red feet. You couldn't tell we had picked a cherry.
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