The
first of the stone fruits showed up at a small temporary fruit stand on
Woodside Road. Cherries. Warm, round, juicy, and sweet. I hadn’t
considered cherries a stone fruit until the bubbly young woman selling them
referred to them that way.
“Last
to blossom, first to fruit. That’s cherries. And once they show up, apricots,
peaches and plums can’t be far behind.”
I
always put cherries in a separate category, with their own special short
season. They come earlier than the other summer fruits and are usually long
gone from produce stands and grocery stores by the time beautiful ripe
peaches were easy to find. I remember the vans, tents and stands that showed up
briefly along the Sonoma Country roads we sometimes traveled when I was growing
up. Where were going? I don't know anymore but I vividly recall one cherry seller with van he always parked under the same
grove of Eucalyptus trees. A hand painted sign boasted “fresh cherries” and "ice cold
cherry juice" but we never stopped. Who can blame my parents? Maybe we
had to be somewhere or they were worried about somebody's bedtime or naptime or
mealtime.
But
once I had a car of my own, I went searching for that van. Despite the fact
that it wasn't cherry season I hopped in my brand new 1983 Toyota Corolla and
went looking for a familiar grove of Eucalyptus trees with a beat up van parked
in the shade. I found it. "Ice Cold Cherry Juice" was the only
offering that day. I bought myself a large bottle and drank it on the spot. The
color was rich and deep and the juice was not too sweet. It was refreshing and
delicious.
The
road takes a different curve in that spot now and the Eucalyptus trees are gone
but I still catch myself looking for that van when I find myself driving through
Sonoma County. Happening upon that stand on Woodside Road yesterday was the
next best thing to finding that long gone van.
I’m happy I was able to rise from the cloud of a
serious cold and that my schoolwork was behind me so I was able to
leave the house and do a few errands or I would not have seen the inviting
“today's pick” tent that popped up in Redwood City yesterday.
I’m
thankful for the hardworking young man who drove the freshly cherries picked
all the way from Escalon,
California so his girlfriend could sell them and I could enjoy them.
I'm very happy that the once resident teen has returned home from his first year of college. Surely the best sign of summer's arrival.