This was Cups' first encounter with a cherry tree. Instead of loading up the trunk, we got just one pound of cherries from a stand on the side of the road since the sample was a little soft and not too sweet. Cups didn't want any cherries before, but she had four in the car as meeting the cherry tree made cherries now more personal. She didn't want those without pits that Daddy handed her. She wouldn't give up the halves in her mouth with pits in them, so Mama and Daddy just had to let her grow cherry trees in her tummy. You are all welcome to come pick when it's harvest time at Cups'.
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