I have a confession to make.
Back in March, soon after we moved to our doublewide estate, I posted the picture above here, describing our “flowering cherry” tree. It’s always so much fun when you move to a new place to discover, bit by bit, what’s growing there. I feel about plants the way I feel about computers—the more I learn, the more I realize how little I know and the dumber I feel. But I keep trying. When this tree began to blossom in the spring, I googled “cherry tree blossoms,” compared the pictures I saw to our tree, and decided it must be a cherry tree. Hence, my rapt description: Our flowering cherry humming with honeybees.
Anyway, a couple of months ago, Blue Ridge Blue Collar Man came in and said, “Honey, the cherries on that cherry tree sure are big and fuzzy!”
“Huh?” I said stupidly. I didn’t recall ever hearing about any known variety of fuzzy cherries, so I excitedly went out to see our “rare” cherry tree. I should have been more suspicious when I heard Blue Ridge Blue Collar Man snickering behind me. This is what I saw when I went out:
And this is what it looks like now:
So, now you know. I’ve come clean. The truth is…I really don’t know much about anything at all. What I mean is…I’m kind of ignorant. But I don’t mind. Not to sound corny or anything, but I find it exciting to know that there’s so much more out there in our big, wide world to learn.
So, I’d better get cracking….
But first, I think I’ll go pick some of those “big, fuzzy cherries.” I’m thinking a big, fuzzy cherry cobbler for supper would be mighty tasty.