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Monday, July 13, 2009
Pure July
The sour cherries are ripe on the tree next to our porch. What I don't understand is why they aren't picked clean by the birds. I pull one off every time I walk by and they are delicious. Stupid birds.
The sour cherries are ripe on the tree next to our porch. What I don't understand is why they aren't picked clean by the birds. I pull one off every time I walk by and they are delicious. Stupid birds.
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