Picking Cherries

Going to pick cherries is very fun. That’s what we did in mid July, when we were going camping in Okanogan near that place, so we decided to go there.

My parents and I went to 2 farms. At both, the trees were so tall that we had to climb big ladders to get the best cherries; a man who worked at one farm said the trees were almost 60 years old!

At the first farm, we climbed old, but sturdy, wooden ladders to get fat, purple cherries. My mom is kind of afraid of heights, so she hesitated to pick the cherries with us at first, but then she saw me and dad eating the big, fat cherries so she got envious and overcame her fear. In total, at that farm, we picked about ½ buckets of cherries.

At the 2nd farm, there were some new metal ladders, but mostly old wobbly ones that were uncomfortable to stand on. I stood on one and it made me feel so nervous! But there were lots of cherries. There were even some branches that were covered in cherries!

We picked a bit over a bucket of cherries. A man who worked there had a funny accent that sounded a bit like Hagrid (in Harry Potter).

If we ever go camping in Okanogan, picking cherries will be something that I’ll look for ward to.