Pat Shingleton: "Bing!"
In the 1800s, a Chinese-American gardener found a sapling near an orchard brush pile. The slow, patient propagation of the tree advanced its survival for generations. As noted in a previous column, his name was Bing and today his cherries arrive from the high altitudes of the Pacific Northwest. Starry nights and cold mountain snowmelt produce the world's finest cherries. Years ago, we enjoyed sweet cherries that belonged to our neighbors, Harry Schott and Vivian Van Gorder. They didn't mind us climbing, picking and eating the sweet fruit. On our property the neighbors enjoyed concord grapes, apples, peaches, and plums. Also available were "sour" cherry trees that provided a better cherry for Mom's famous cherry pie and cobbler.