A few weeks ago in my garden I noticed that plums and apples have started to fall. I eventually took the time to save some of them from inevitably rotting away in the grass. While doing so I decided to stop blaming myself for having waited so long to pick them up, and comforted myself with the pleasant idea of the delicious homemade marmalade and pies that my harvest would surely become. Sweet relief and satisfaction!
But the story doesn’t end there.
I placed the basket on the porch just steps from my door and let it sit there for nearly a week. Don’t ask me why.
When I finally made the time to deal with the basket, the fruit was overripe, crushed and rotten.
They didn’t wait for me.

And yet, I've already missed the rendez-vous with cherries a couple of months ago.
This time, I was looking forward to the abundant and gorgeous Napoleonic cherries that would soon ripen.
This time, I came (too) early.
I walked around the tree every day for more than a week before...