Every day over the last week, as we drove in and out of Chelsea, we would see it...the big stone farm house by the cemetery, with the 30 foot tall cherry trees -heavy laden with fruit. Finally I stopped. I made Joe run up to the house and ask if we could pay to pick...or trade for eggs and honey.
Success! They were a delightful couple, eager to talk fruit trees, farming, and community, and eager to share their bounty. They were also headed out of town during peak cherry week, and graciously said we could pick while they were away or else the birds would get em'!
And, folks, this is why we live in a farming community. Small town values, good people, trading with your neighbor, local fresh food, etc. etc. etc. Amen to small town Michigan!!
xoxo, e.
