It's raining. All the days. Every day. The rains are very very strong. It is unpossible to go out. The spring passes without that someone notices it.
But the cherries do not cure about the rain. They are ready to be picked up. There are not stinking beetles, the birds do not come to eat cherries in the morning. They are clean and beautiful. They are fresh and splendid. The miracle of the nature.
By the way, this year they are sweet. Year ago it was unpossible to eat them because they were too acid. But this year they are very very sweet.
I have to do something from them this year. If I'll be able to pick them up...