Ahahaha.
All that angst over my inability to get to the cherries, only to discover after fetching the ladder that they are riddled with rot. Well, riddled with cherry fruit fly maggots.
Tree, you win. Next year, I am totally looking into the approved for organic gardening methods of destroying those squirming white things. This year, I'm sticking to store bought. And not angsting about the ones I can't reach for love or money.
Aside from the cherry debacle, it was a productive weekend on both houses. Painted two rooms at Beacon, and put in a raised bed for our daughter (who was told we'd make her a bed with plants she was allowed to munch on weeks ago).
My annual Oops, Missed a Spot! sunburn is in. Two neat and tidy bright red wings of pain below my shoulderblades, right next to the racerback of my tank. Ouch.
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