Cherry harvest: diary of one week
Summer, stony.
Monday. First basket. Stony, dense — a harvest to remember.
Tuesday. One row before noon, two after. Twenty hours of sun does not lie.
Wednesday. Rain. We stop. We work on the still.
Thursday–Saturday. We distill. Cuts made by feel — rakija asks to be listened to.
Sunday. The table. Friends. The first glass from this harvest — always too early and always exactly when it should be.
