Yes, it's another post about cherries. But, honestly, what did you expect? Cherries are everywhere at the moment.
About this time every year, a little Depression Era song makes its return to the food blogoshpere: "Life is Like A Bowl of Cherries." One can bet that this song title will be borrowed for somebody's cheerful blog post about the fruit almost as assuredly as on can count on those swallows invading the poor, decrepit Mission San Juan Capistrano.
And, much like those damned birds, this song (words by Lew Brown and Buddy De Sylva, music by Ray Henderson*) is as chirpy as they come.
Not that that's necessarily such a bad thing. I mean, who couldn't use the occasional reminder to shrug one's shoulders and enjoy life?
Just have a look-see at the lyrics to see what I mean:
Life is just a bowl of cherries
Don't take it serious
Life's too mysterious
You work, you save, you worry so,
But you can't take your dough
When you go, go, go.
So keep repeating, "It's the berries."
The strongest oak must fall.
The sweet things in life to you were just loaned,
So how can you lose what you never owned?
Life is just a bowl of cherries,
So live and laugh at it all.
Why is it that Depression Era songs cling to me (please excuse the stone fruit metaphor) like fuzz on a peach? It's probably my chronic broke-ness. And the fact that I have a penchant for music that was born about the same time as my parents. Whatever the reason, this song is stuck in my head.