Gamma has her own pie cherry tree in our back yard. A friend gave it to us when she was born. It’s nearly as tall as the swingset now, we get enough cherries to make a couple pies. She gets a bang out of it because it’s her tree. Yesterday enough were ripe and she helped us pick.

Unfortunately, she was wearing white pants, but I suppose her grandmother will be able to get them clean again. When we finished, she had a large clear Tupperware bowl full of cherries shiny clean from rains the day before and glowing in the bright evening sun. My memory is mostly monochrome with spots of vivid color, and that is one of the spots now. The batteries to my digital camera were dead, so I have to describe it here.

The way that red stood out against the green grass and her white pants and big smile. The skin of these cherries was translucent, so they both reflected the light, and glowed from within. She was so happy.