It was her birthday. The whole recent eye and heart scare thing, which is not quite over yet. There was a potluck dinner at her house.
And so the first of the frozen tart cherries got turned into a pie, and if the freezer dies and wrecks everything tomorrow, that bag of cherries and all that work from all those pounds from my tree did what they were most meant to be for, tonight.
We brought her peaches from Andy’s farm to top it off.