The first cherries of the season arrived in my fruit box today. I had been looking forward to them and they are amazing.

As I opened the box I had a sudden pang: they tell you grief will smash you when you least expect. To be honest, it doesn't smash me, it just floats in like a sad cloud but the point is, the cloud floated in today when I least expected although I probably should have.

Dad was crazy about fruit. Fresh fruit, fruit in pies, fruit cake, dried fruit. For a second I wished I could take him some premium cherries. Then I remembered that I bought boxes of cherries for the family last year but I couldn't remember if I bought any for Mum and Dad. I think I did. I really hope I did.

Dad used to drape the little pairs of cherries over his ears like earrings for the entertainment of us kids and then the grands. We rolled our eyes every time. In my eye rolling days I didn't realise it would bebcome a treasured memory, I think it's the cringe-worthiness that makes it so treasured. It was uniquely Dad. 

In much better news, my dear friend Bob has made a return to blogging after an absence of many years. (with a few random intervening posts) Maybe you'd like to check out his work:

https://justbobness.blogspot.com/

I have a rotten cold and I'm so grateful my work week is done.

QOTD:  "Life is not a bowl full of cherries, there's good and bad stuff." - Fuzzy Zoeller