There are markers in the seasons that take me back to my childhood. I think, as in a song I love, we "need a little water from another time" to sustain us, as adults. When I was a kid, on the farm, my parents used to buy what they called "lugs" of fresh stone fruits when it was in season. Really all I remember are peaches and bing cherries. the peaches were good, but, every summer, I got addicted to bing cherries as soon as I put one in my mouth, pulled off the stem as I held the cherry behind my teeth, and bit through the skin to my first taste of a crisp, juicy, sweet cherry. It was like heaven for as long as that 18 X 24 X 8 inch box lasted with four kids and two adults. That box in the cool basement haunted me until it was empty. I think Mom and Dad liked seeing us kids enjoy the fruit more than they liked eating it themselves and ...I still love bing cherries!
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