orange eclipse, i can taste your lips in the citrus a f t e r n o o n.
☼ the yacht club // owl city ☼
our cherry trees are beginning to ripen. that means swaying on ladders, stepping on stray fruits, pink juice spotting my clothes, pelting annoying siblings with pits, and the promise of cherry pie.
picking the cherries from our three trees and pitting them takes quite a bit of time. and as new ones are constantly ripening, someone has to be out there picking nearly everyday. i don’t really mind doing it, though. the rhythm of pulling cherries off the branches and tossing them into a bucket is rather nice, and it gives me time to think.
i don’t particularly like the taste of cherries, but they are pretty. they do taste good in pies, though.