The cherry tree out back has always had it a little rough.
There's some kind of pest that mangles the leaves.
Perhaps a different one attacks the immature fruit.
The squirrels get at much of what little fruit actually gets produced.
And then, there's the slugs in the grass.
More now with this long period of terrible weather: gray, wet and rainy. I think the last time I was out in the sun might have been in Cleveland. (I think I was sick on the one sunny day last week.)
It's a wonder we get any cherries at all. Oh wait, we haven't gotten any cherries. Nevermind.