I picked cherries for the first time in my life this week. I was lucky enough to be with Joey, now four and a half years old, who took turns with me exclaiming about the number of cherries hanging from the trees. We were so overwhelmed, we took a few minutes to lie down in the shade, laying still as we stared straight up at the shining red fruits hanging like candy between the dark, green leaves, attached by graceful stems to slender, flexible branches. “How can there be so many cherries?” we wondered aloud, over and over and over again. “How can there be SO MANY cherries? There are even cherries on the ground!  Perfectly ripe and perfectly red!”