I finally found some cherries (semi-local, but no local were to be had). I made pickled cherries. The title sounds gross, but Marisa makes them sound so, so good. I had to try. I also experimented with some half pints of cherry jam, and the garlic scapes made it into jars as well. I love her small batches. It gives me more variety for winter, and if I don't like something, I don't have gallons to guiltily eat up.
The garden is filled with flowers of all type, shapes and size. Almost everything is in bloom, which means that the fruits are soon to follow. It means more work, but I love to build the stock pile for winter. Each bite holds more meaning.