The "black cherries" were ripe, a kind of tomato I first planted the summer Maggie was one and would pick any tomato, red or green from our bushes and pop it right into her mouth.
|That's not a black cherry there, though.|
True to form, Maggie disappeared the bowl of tomatoes before I could taste one. Now, she heads out to the porch every morning to see if any more are ripe. Between her and the varmints, we may never be able to build up a supply for a salad!