So much has happened that I've felt as if I were navigating life with a map with a great big question mark on it. While I've been trying to decipher this map, cherry season has come and gone, and a huge crate of very ripe cherries - a gift from an olive oil producer and farmer whom Tom knows - was delivered at my front door. We've never had that many cherries in the house! How many kilos were they? we wondered, as we snacked on cherries, as I made jam (two kilos), as I baked a truly delicious cherry cake, and as I called out time and again, "Does anyone want any cherries, because they'll go off!" But none of the cherries went off, because we happily feasted on cherries at all times of the day, until the crate was empty. (And in a secret corner of my kitchen there are two kilos of cherry jam that I'm saving for the coming winter, when cherry season will seem so far away, and when a spoonful of jam will trigger the memory of those bountiful few summer days).