Cherry-Ripe
Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry
Full and fair ones; come and buy
If so be you ask me where
They do grow, I answer: There
Where my Julia's lips do smile;
There 's the land, or cherry-isle
Whose plantations fully show
All the year where cherries grow.
-Robert Herrick (1591-1674)
This “cherry-isle” we call Merry Mount is a place of bounty, and although the cherry season comes only once a year, with some collective work and culinary expertise from the resident “Julia”, this year’s crop of tart cherries provided the Woliver Clan with not only a delicious pie, but several jars of cherry jam to be savored throughout the year.
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