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on my previous country stay i trimmed the cherry tree that didn't get clipped in the fall. after two weeks in a jar of stagnant water, the branches have unfolded their first blossoms. they are tiny, not more than half an inch wide, and would have become tart, bright red, translucent cherries towards the beginning of august.
my grandmother's house, the one her deaf father built, had a huge cherry tree in the garden. so tall only a third of the bounty could ever be harvested, the rest was literally for the birds. those cherries were always the highlight of summer, small but juicy and tasty. as much as i like the imported, sweet and dark, almost black cherries, the sour ones hold a world of memories for me in their flavour.
i should ask the new owners for cuttings of that tree, but i'm afraid of ending up bawling my eyes out over what they have done to the house i always thought would be mine one day.
