Cherries!

We have a cherry tree in our yard. It was here when we moved in, and every summer since we've gotten maybe 10 cherries. Nothing to write home about. I sort of figured it just wasn't meant to grow in the Far North. And then this year, it went cherry crazy. Possibly for some of the same reasons that the berries are out in record numbers, who knows. But something had to be done. They are sour cherries, meant for cooking and not eating out of hand. And although pitting cups and cups of cherries is a chore, cherry pie (or crostata) from the garden is a summertime treat.

On another note, my dog was attacked yesterday by a crazy Douglas pit bull mutt. He's got this sort of gaping wound and is acting pitiful. Of course it is the weekend, and we haven't taken him to the vet in forever so we don't even have one here. Ugh. Not what I had planned for today, but I feel really bad for him. Not sure what to do.