I had never done it, picked cherries in Door County.
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| Tart cherries |
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| So bucolic |
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| These step ladders are great. So stable! |
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| We picked our cherries at Cherry Lane Orchard. They didn't pay me to blog about it, though. They have a website, but I doubt they know about blogging. They kept sales records in a handwritten sales ledger. |
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| Sorry out of focus! I don't usually have any sort of vista at which to aim my camera, but you get the idea. While I was driving, my mother kept referring to the Bay of Green Bay as the ocean, we're very (pen)insular here! |
I had a great aunt who died at 16, having contracted typhus in the 1920s cherry picking in Door County. I brought my own water, just in case. Her last sister, my great aunt Lucille, died just this last year. I think Lucille was 105, lived on her own and kept a shot gun by the door. Always advised me to get a dog rather than additional husbands; dogs are more "reliable", even if they don't last quite so long. (I think she buried six-- husbands. I think she was talking about dogs' lifespans, however.)
My mother and I had a great day in Door County, ate at a Kristi's Pub, picked cherries, saw the King of the Garden Gnomes and took in the Door Garden run by the Master gardeners of Door County, which is a very talented bunch of people. I'll do a separate post on that, but the bench from this
post was at the Door Garden on the Door County Agricultural Research Station.
