Words by themselves oftentimes have a beauty in themselves, some words do not.

Shit, is a word that is not beautiful in sound, feeling, or description. Now, cherries, just rings with harmony.

Today was a cherry picking evening. Four small tree’s produced two large ice chests full of cherries. It was a the best year yet for trees only five years old.

This evening was a good evening of beauty. The sun set was beautiful. The birds were beautiful, though angry at my presence picking cherries. The air was sweet. The crickets sound was wonderful.

The cherries were mostly ripe to over ripe, though some were under ripe. Best to pick all or risk losing them to the insects and birds.

Yes. Cherries, is a beautiful word. It was a beautiful evening. Definitely nothing shitty about it at all.