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those  fruits always  boasted such sweet  promises   every summer   they  arrived at the fruit stand   in town wrapped in foreign writing my dreamy eyed little girl nibbled them   with red stained lips she  asked her  gramps one summer afternoon if  they could plant their own  cherry tree so he took her  to a spot and together they did plot to  raise cherries by the driveway the pits  took hold in the  rich  soil as  they both thrived tall and strong it  littered the front of her grandparent's  house with it's delicious bounty we  stood  under the tree every summer   we could come as they  rained down upon us still going strong three decades later although we have not been around for a great long while to delight in this   sweet red legacy
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Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 12:31 PM UTC
Cerise Noir
those  fruits always  boasted such sweet  promises   every summer   they  arrived at the fruit stand   in town wrapped in foreign writing my dreamy eyed little girl nibbled them   with red stained lips she  asked her  gramps one summer afternoon if  they could plant their own  cherry tree so he took her  to a spot and together they did plot to  raise cherries by the driveway the pits  took hold in the  rich  soil as  they both thrived tall and strong it  littered the front of her grandparent's  house with it's delicious bounty we  stood  under the tree every summer   we could come as they  rained down upon us still going strong three decades later although we have not been around for a great long while to delight in this   sweet red legacy
Cerise Noir is pronounced "Serreese Nowar" , it's French for black cherries.My daughter, parents and myself always loved sweet black cherries and when we lived in Germany , the cherries would come in from southern France or Italy every summer. My daughter who was 5 at the time wanted to grow her own fruit tree. So she and my father planted black cherry pits. They took and for may years there were black cherries towering over my parents driveway ! My parents recently sold that property and we so hope someone is still picking them and not just letting them go to waste.
april-dawn
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Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 12:31 PM UTC
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