On a beautiful Saturday afternoon, we loaded the troops up, and headed to a small farming town outside of Boise for the annual Cherry Festival. We had a blast picking cherries until our lips, tongues, fingers, and generally all body parts turned purple. I was the "cherry mule" as the girls and Tim liked to call me. Packing around that container full of 17 pounds of cherries brought back fond and not so fond memories of being nine months pregnant. I even started to "waddle" through the cherry orchard as my pack got more full. It was a "delicious" experience!