Sweet Cherry

In a quiet, little town, tucked sweetly between the hills

an hour past Los Angeles, you'll find Leona Valley.

Home to Amber's Cherry Farm.

It took us forever to finally settle on a day when
everyone was available to go and things had to be moved
around and rescheduled, but my mom REALLY
wanted to do this so I made it happen.

I'm glad I did.

Sure, it was an hour and a half away.
But this is what I love to do. The driving doesn't bother me so much.
I love to get out there, take the kids out of the house. EXPERIENCE.

At 8am when my phone started yelling at me to wake up
(or the alarm rang, same difference),
the thought crossed my mind to fake an illness and snuggle deeper into
my sleep number bed, set nice and comfortably at 52, where
it's the perfect ratio that marries firmness and sleeping on clouds rather nicely.
See, I still hate mornings. I do my best work at night.

But cherries were calling my name and I knew the kids would love it.

A little Bob Marley and a few sprinkled cake donuts later, I had some
excited, sugared up babies ready to get off the winding roads and out into the cherry trees.

My beautiful, beautiful mom...
She looks forever young here.

She was happy and that made me happy.

Now, I have 5 pounds of red cherries at home and I ate so many
while we were picking them that the thought of eating another cherry
has me a little bit nauseous.

Eric wants a cherry pie so off to the Food Network I go to research cherry recipes...

Ella's 2nd birthday is coming up and I'm really excited about our plans for it!!!

Have a sweet Wednesday friends!