A bowl of cherries

Life is just a bowl of cherries. The title of this song from the 1930s has been going round in my head as we picked cherries from our tree. So I looked up the lyric here ….interesting and a good reminder…

Back from our Canadian and US holiday I find myself contemplating the interesting phenomenon of returning home from an amazing trip, thinking that the fun and excitement of the adventure and journey is over, only to discover further challenges abound at home. Not just the jet lag, unpacking, washing, weeds in the driveway and overgrown lawn, but far more importantly one poor son, having emergency surgery for appendicitis in an east London hospital!!

Bags unpacked, some washing done, and lawn now mown, but son Ben is still languishing, albeit recovering, in London Royal Hospital Whitechapel. He was taken ill up there while doing some lecturing, and ended up missing his planned holiday. Thank you to all of you who are visiting him, or keeping his spirits up in other ways.

And in the meantime there are home pleasures too as we enjoy bowls of luscious cherries, sugarsnap peas, first sweet little courgettes ripening in the warm sunny weather, and we sleep off our jet lag in our own beds.
Yes, life is just a bowl of cherries indeed, sweet flesh, and hard pits too….

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6 responses to “A bowl of cherries

  1. Loving this fabulous picture. Wishing I could eat them. So glad you are back in UK.

  2. What a homecoming. I hope your son makes a quick recovery.

  3. Judy Manville

    Welcome back to Europe- poor lad. Still, that’s one less bit of him he’ll have to worry about in the future!
    Up to our necks in cherries too – well with 10 trees, we would be! XX

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A bowl of cherries

Life is just a bowl of cherries. The title of this song from the 1930s has been going round in my head as we picked cherries from our tree. So I looked up the lyric here ….interesting and a good reminder…

Back from our Canadian and US holiday I find myself contemplating the interesting phenomenon of returning home from an amazing trip, thinking that the fun and excitement of the adventure and journey is over, only to discover further challenges abound at home. Not just the jet lag, unpacking, washing, weeds in the driveway and overgrown lawn, but far more importantly one poor son, having emergency surgery for appendicitis in an east London hospital!!

Bags unpacked, some washing done, and lawn now mown, but son Ben is still languishing, albeit recovering, in London Royal Hospital Whitechapel. He was taken ill up there while doing some lecturing, and ended up missing his planned holiday. Thank you to all of you who are visiting him, or keeping his spirits up in other ways.

And in the meantime there are home pleasures too as we enjoy bowls of luscious cherries, sugarsnap peas, first sweet little courgettes ripening in the warm sunny weather, and we sleep off our jet lag in our own beds.
Yes, life is just a bowl of cherries indeed, sweet flesh, and hard pits too….

20130714-142852.jpg

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