My friend Kelli called this morning.
She was home in Wenatchee, and I was at home, in Seattle. We're separated by the Cascade Mountain Range...only 140 miles by car but light years away when it comes to agriculture. She said she had a line on some sour cherries and that she knew someone who was headed my way and could I meet her friend in a parking lot somewhere to pick up 40 pounds of cherries?
3 hours later, the fresh-picked sour cherries were in my car's trunk and I was able to snap this photo of them with my iPhone. If only you knew how hard it is to find sour cherries in Seattle. Even if you can find them, they're ridiculously expensive.
You never know what kind of surprises are on the other end of a ringing phone...my next two weeks were about to get a lot sweeter. Well, sweeter and "sour-er". Lucky me.