I love sweet and sour sauce, sour cream and Sour Patch Kids, but Surinam cherries are too sour for me. So each year, they inevidably drop to the ground, smush all over the brick pavers and leave a huge mess. Still, I love them.
The fruit is festive as it ripens; tiny Chinese lanterns drip from the branches in clusters of red, yellow, orange, and green. Then, when the fruit is at its ripest, the Mockingbirds descend.
At this point, the brick pavers are thick with cherry goo and the bushes are nearly picked clean. The birds must sense the end of the buffet line because every time I saw one today, it had a dark red cherry stuffed in its beak and didn’t fly away. I felt a little like Snow White being in the proximity of those cherries. I’ve never felt so accepted by a bunch of birds in my life. There was a Mockingbird perched on the handle of the pitchfork, one on the compost bin and one on the fence.
♫ With a smile and a song, life is just a bright sunny day ♫ -Snow White
Lukey will be playing the part of Sleepy from under the covers.
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