“Weeeeell, what do you think about cherry picking instead?” I countered.
After locating a U-pick cherry orchard (two hours away), making sure they were going to be open, and reassuring each other that this was, in fact, going to be a good idea, we loaded up the family and headed out.
And after we finally made it there, parked, and got out, we were greeted by this fellow moseying along down the sidewalk in front of our van. We very nearly loaded back in and hightailed it outta there.
But we decided to be brave and headed into the orchard.
And I’m very glad we did.
This orchard said it was okay to sample the cherries as we picked.
Little did they know how liberally we’d take them up on the sampling.
He got a sour one.
He took the job of smallest cherry picker very seriously.
Happily, the job came with some serious perks, like having three older sibs who made sure he got enough good ones to sample too. That’s the look he gives his big brother. Because he loves him.
