It may seem like I have, but I promise you I have not polished these wee gems, sparkling as they are, it is as if the fireflies are using the cherries as mirrors.
The boughs on all the cherry trees here at Bellaugello gay b&b are hanging low laden with glorious sweet juicy fruit are a delight to behold. The cherries this year are numerous and unlike the firefly fantasy I have a purpose behind my interest in the cherries
Jam, Marmelata, Marmelade, that’s what I am doing this week, home-made jams to serve to the guys here at Bellaugello for breakfast to accompany their home-baked bread and cakes. Last year it was the fig tree, those pendulous sensual fruit that were so abundant, this year the fig has suffered with lack of rain and there are fewer fruit, but still wonderful quality, and so fig jam will be in short supply. Mind you so may the cherry – have you ever spent an afternoon de-stoning cherries? Along with putting those shiny bits on the end of shoe laces it must rank as one of the most tedious jobs in the world.