On Friday morning, Aksel and I drove out to
Rock Hill Orchard and picked sour cherries. It was a gorgeous day -- the cherries were beautiful against the clear, blue sky.
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Aksel enjoyed being my trusty assistant.
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And the sour cherries made a very good pie for Father's Day.
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