Seriously, he is so cute...as soon as the blossoms scatter across the yard, he starts watching the fruit develop. He asks, what seems like thousands of times but is probably only hundreds, when the cherries will be ready for eating. And as soon as they are ready, he performs death-defying feats to reach the out-of-reach little nuggets of red, sweet, juicy goodness. Never mind that there are plenty in easy reach...I mean, where's the challenge in that, right?
Suppose I'd better go pick me a bowlful for a cherry cobbler before he eats them all, huh?
