Corny cherries

My garden has a sense of humor. Two days ago, it cracked a joke.

The humor usually comes in the form of irony. I fill in an armadillo hole one place, she digs a hole somewhere else. I struggle to keep trees healthy and safe, and they drop seeds that sprout in the flowerbeds. I let one poke plant grow for the birds, and the next year I am covered up with poke seedlings. What I saw two days ago was more along the lines of a pun.

I was picking ripe cherry tomatoes off the two vines I planted, one Sun Gold and one Roma red cherry. There, balanced between a part of the Sun Gold vine and the tomato cage, was a ripe cherry from the laurel cherry tree nearby. How it fell and didn't bounce to the ground, I was not there to witness. It perched as if to say, hey, we're all cherries here.

In a few weeks I'll be pulling laurel cherry seedlings from under the cherry tomatoes. Another joke.