There are piles of them, sitting there staring up at us like uncovered jewels from a recently discovered cave. You can't help but reach out your hand and grab a few, to taste. And then to buy.
Of course you can also smash them to the ground like mini red bombs and see how the juice squirts and paints the bricks with its squishy, sweet insides. But they are too expensive for doing that. That's what her mama told her anyway.
Besides drooling over cherries we've been packing and eating with friends and running around trying to finish up all the last minute details before our exodus this weekend.
This weekend. I can't believe it.