Devon has always had a fondness for cherries... so he had his heart set on putting in some cherry trees when we bought our house. Since Devon likes to "eat" cherries... we searched high and low through a ton of nurseries to find Bing Cherry trees. And, since we don't have a heck of a lot of room, we decided to get dwarf trees.
Okay, so we bring these trees home (which are huge... considering they are dwarfs) and spend about a week trying to figure out where to put them. Devon was determined to rip out this poor little Maple tree to make room for them, but I put my foot down and saved the tree. I hate to see any tree go to waste (well, except for those icky ones that used to be in front of our garage window... more on them later). At the end of the day, the Maple Tree was given a reprieve from it's eminent execution, and the Bings became it's neighbour.
Since Devon can't do much garden work (still recovering from the back surgery) and Josh was away at Scout camp, David and I became the tree diggers. Oy vey. What a job!!! We don't have soil here in Utah, we just have rocks pretending to be soil.
It took David and I two days to dig these holes (13 inches deep) and I'm telling you, we felt like convicts. I kept having flashes of the film "Cool Hand Luke" and imagined Devon saying to us, "What we have here --- is a failure to communicate!". Of course, if you've never seen this Paul Newman classic, you will have no idea what on earth I'm talking about. Let's just say that digging those holes was such hard work... that I became delirious. Happy to report, that after two weeks of being in the ground, our Bings look very happy. Of course, we are hoping that there is a polinator living nearby, or else we'll never have any cherries. So, we're crossing our fingers and hoping for the best. If we don't see any fruit in a year or so... we'll break down and buy a cross-pollinator that will get the job done. But, if we do that, then that poor neighbouring Maple tree will be toast.
