Cherries evoke the sensation of summer, of luscious lawns of thick mown grass that tickle bare feet, of nights that twinkle with a million stars, of glass mason jars illuminated by captured fireflies.
Cherries in your palm bring to mind a pitcher of lemonade on the front porch or picnic blanket, of kites soaring high, or gingham cloth and outdoor BBQ. When plopped into your mouth and the juices and flavor burst upon your tongue, you taste the warm summer days and sticky nights, of freedom from classrooms, of longer daylight.
Washed and pitted, these cherries stained my fingers and colored my nails. Firm and fresh I douse them with sugar and bathed them with batter.
All images © 2013 Sriprae P. McDonald