We spent last week at my parents house and spent one beautiful morning picking sour pie cherries. I grew up knowing that homemade cherry pie was something special- something we usually had only a few times a year, on Thanksgiving, President's Day (you know, George Washington and the cherry tree), and on my dad's birthday, because it was his favorite with homemade ice cream. For several years this tree has had worms and we've had to bypass the pies or find some place to buy the cherries, but this year the tree is full and the fruit is beautiful. Here's to a cherry pie for the 4th? If I can convince myself to turn on the oven!