So the tree in the back garden of my new house that has been so sad and bare all winter turns out to be a cherry tree. Perhaps I’ll have a pic of a big bowl of juicy cherries to share in a month or two…
London photo of the day: cherry tree in bloom
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Not to mention in a couple of weeks you get to sit under the falling blossoms and do the warrior poet thing.
Unless it’s raining that day.
We used to have a cherry tree. Every year it would bear fruit and in less than a day the birds would strip it. My wife and I vowed to get a cherry pie out of it so, one year, we harvested the cherries when they appeared ripe but before the birds got them. A few hours and many scoops of sugar later (wife says at least 3 cups) we baked the world’s sourest cherry pie. Very tasty but pucker-inducing sour. The birds know best.
There’s a person in our neighborhood that covers their Cherry tree with a net, so as to thwart the birds. I don’t know if this actually works or not, but they do it every year, so I would guess so.
Around here, most Cherry trees are sterile, and grown purely for their flowers. They’re not even terribly hardy for this area. A bit further south, and they do just fine. Outside of finding out the variety of tree you have, all you can is wait and see.