“Mais il est bien court, le temps des cerises,” (How short cherry season is. We go picking while dreaming, overflowing with dreams), sang Yves Montand, in the famous French song, urging us to make the most of happy times when they are here. An ephemeral, delicious harbinger of summer heat and storms, cherry-picking season is the perfect metaphor for the start of a love affair, and just one of many romantic and sensual musical connections the fruit enjoys. Growing up, pop music was speckled with cherry images, from Prince to Garbage, the Stones via Lana del Rey, Neil Diamond and Air. But, in Co Antrim in the 1980s, my chances of tasting the actual fruit, outside an exotic Christmas fruit basket, were pretty slim.
Le temps des cerises
Le temps des cerises
Le temps des cerises
“Mais il est bien court, le temps des cerises,” (How short cherry season is. We go picking while dreaming, overflowing with dreams), sang Yves Montand, in the famous French song, urging us to make the most of happy times when they are here. An ephemeral, delicious harbinger of summer heat and storms, cherry-picking season is the perfect metaphor for the start of a love affair, and just one of many romantic and sensual musical connections the fruit enjoys. Growing up, pop music was speckled with cherry images, from Prince to Garbage, the Stones via Lana del Rey, Neil Diamond and Air. But, in Co Antrim in the 1980s, my chances of tasting the actual fruit, outside an exotic Christmas fruit basket, were pretty slim.