In the 1800s, a Chinese-American gardener found a sapling near an orchard brush pile.  His labor of love included a slow, patient propagation of the tree that endured its survival for future generations.  His name was Bing and today his cherries arrive from the high altitudes of the Pacific Northwest. Clear, starry nights and cold mountain snowmelt produce the world's finest cherries.  In the old days 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 they too enjoyed our concord grapes, pears, apples, peaches, plums and tomatoes.  My brother Kevin continues the tradition in Baton Rouge with his award winning tomatoes.