As I sit here this morning enjoying a bowl of fresh cherries with my morning coffee, I realized I am wearing my Granny’s apron (that she sewed.) It was at Granny’s house that I got introduced to “exotic” fresh fruits like cherries, figs, pomegranates, peaches, red plums, and scuppernongs – all of them from her own yard except the cherries, as I recall. She would make jams and jellies but mostly we just enjoyed eating the fruits fresh from the yard or farmer’s market. There’s even a dark reddish purple stain on the apron bib that is likely from a fruit canning session. It makes me smile. It is a sweet memory to think about those times with Granny this morning. A first cousin of mine has lived in Granny’s house since she died in 1976. She has just sold it to downsize to a newer home. A bit of sadness at realizing I likely will never walk those rooms or yard again…where our daddies grew up and my parents lived with Granny for the first little while of their marriage and I spent many happy days.