I went out to pick some cherries last night and discovered that the crop is considerably less bountiful than I had thought. In fact, it's barely there at all. The first harvest, a few days ago, was actually picked by my sister, and I haven't taken a close look at the there in a couple of weeks. The rains apparently did more harm than I had thought. Quite a bit of the fruit is withered, and much of the rest has already been consumed by the birds. A few cherries have not yet ripened, but they are not numerous. The tree is getting a bit long in the tooth, or whatever it is that trees get long in, and may not be able to produce fruit at all much longer. Everything around this house is slipping into decline, or nearing the end of its time, or already dead.
Rats. Now I'm feeling morose. I think I'll pretend that something great is about to happen. A little bit of self delusion now and then is therapeutic. It's times such as this that I wish I enjoyed shopping.
No, this is getting seriously stupid. I'm going to blame the headache and shut up now.