Yep, that's a picture of cherries. Something summery I've been driven to consume, of late. Take in its scarlet, juicy, lush, ripe goodness nestled right there in the glass bowl,
beautiful to almost all the senses we possess. Something clearly symbolic about it.
Forget apples. These may have been eaten in Eden.
Puts me in mind of that William Carlos Williams poem about
being sorry to have eaten all the plums. Oops, I've gone derivative. :)