It's the cherry season and I love it.
Cherries remind me of my childhood: playing on my auntie's swing on the cherry tree; first the pink blossom arrives in spring, then the gathering of handsful of cherries in summer for tea time. My son used to hang the cherries by their stalks and have them dangling from his ears like earrings and my daughter likes to play the tinker, tailor game with the pips. I make clafoutis or eat them raw. I love the colour, the taste and what they stand for: summer and happy times. For once I don't look at air miles or check the provenance or the price: it's summer and I must have my cherries.
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