I can no longer live and laugh at it all…

Tragedy! Horror! Despair! I no longer have a bowl-full of cherries!

There are no cherries this year!  For the first time in my 31 years of existence, my family’s orchard will not be selling cherries by the roadside.  Who is to blame?!  Global Warming?!  Mysteriously Vanishing Bees!?  Democrats?!  YOU?!

No.. Turns out there was a windstorm mixed w/ a late-spring freeze which prevented the bees from coming out of their hives to peak pollination time.  As a result the bees didn’t work their brand of tree-luvin magic this season.  Lousy good-for-nothing won’t get outta bed cuz it’s too cold bees!

What the bees fail to understand is that the annual cherry harvest is an institution in my life.  As a kid I helped pack and sell the cherries in our roadside stand.  As an adult, I completely reworked our marketing and selling practices to drive-up sales and replace antiquated notions of cherry selling.  (trust me, it’s complex.)  Never in all my years have we NOT had any cherries to sell.  There will be no cursing at each other, no long hot hours under the sun for next to no $$.  There will be an abundance of free time to run, jump and climb trees! (or not)

Strange… Strange…