The morning I made cherry juice started with a bright light of a cloud...
with just a whisper of a cool breeze
with just a whisper of a cool breeze
and the little birds of Pilgrim's Farm were busy among the tree branches...
catching breakfast...
and singing their songs
and in spite of picking a bucketful of cherries the day before...
the trees were still as full of these red jewels as though they hadn't been touched
and because it would be a silly thing to let these good fruit go to waste...
I picked as many as I could reach
leaving a few that were being feasted on by the spirobolid millipedes...
creatures found by many to be a nuisance...
but, they are great for getting rid of rotting produce
even the birds have not been able to make much of a dent in the amount of cherries in the trees
and there were quite a few that were too sky high for me to reach
no doubt, the critters will help themselves to those
and then it occurred to me that I didn't bring the bucket and my shirt got full
so, a bucket I got and in no time it started to fill and the cherries took a long time to pick...
but, the birds were singing, the chickens were clucking, the sun was shining...
and there wasn't any hurry for something else at the moment
just cherry picking therapy at my own pace
I love the cherry jewels that hang all by themselves from the lower branches of the tree...
as if they don't care for the crowd that jostle for room
the brown of the trunk and the red of the cherry seem to go well together
and as if the red, red cherries weren't enough red...
the cashew fruit is giving competition a few feet away
of course, I cannot leave them all behind just for the birds and millipedes
it's only fair to have them share a few with others of us
let's not forget the wax apple fruit with it's sweet crunchiness...
and still coming along into it's own red hues
I did pick a few that turned out to be quite good in spite of their youngness
and did I mention that there are still more fruit in the color red?
this pretty little oval is called a plum here on the island...
but, am not sure exact name for it
it's small, sweet and juicy and of course...
most of these have been eaten by the birds
ah well, it isn't like we don't get enough fruits to eat
on my way back up to the cottage I collected a few eggs for the day
our hens are consistent egg layers year around as we have no winters here
there is no easy, fast way to make cherry juice
but, if one has the patience, it's well worth the effort
because, you see, the pit of the cherry has cyanide and you don't want to eat that
so, with time, every pit must be taken out
my patience, I'm sorry to say, isn't very remarkable
nonetheless, the cherry juice was made using the blender to process the pulp of the fruit...
and whirring the fruit until it is completely pureed into a liquid
no need to strain
the cherry pulp color won out over the skin color...
but, isn't it pretty
tangerine colored cherry juice
this is what happens when one is patient enough with...
picking, cleaning, pitting, blending a wonderful little fruit...
into a delicious, refreshing juice sweetened with raw honey
and no doubt, a little carbonated water would probably give it a sparkly kick
So that a man shall say,
Verily there is a reward for the righteous:
verily He is a God that judgeth in the earth.
Psalm 58:11
May your day or night be fruitful by the grace of God.
