white cherries

Cherry count thus far (from yesterday + the day before) = 136. I keep throwing the pits around outside, hoping that with so many, one is eventually going to turn into a tree. I know that growing season, soil drainage, and blah is all important but, damn it Jim, I'm a doctor, not a cherry farmer. Also should mention that I'm an art history student, not a doctor.
And this art history student is very quickly falling behind. I don't even have courses picked for the fall of what will hopefully be my last year. Dragging out the BA, looking to find some kind of semi-permanent job that'll take longer than 6-8 weeks to wash out. That being said, I hardly have the personality profile of someone to work a steady job forever, which provides further reasons for having said 'so long!' to that BSc. that wasn't fulfilling or necessary to my happiness.
What is necessary to that happiness is lots of cherries. When I live in the country with my pet goat(s), there will also be cherry trees, and probably also a solar-powered geodesic dome greenhouse.

Happiness =

Preferably without the happy-looking guys putting together their own greenhouse, and with the goat having some kind of name like Stevie Nicks. So vegetables, milk/cheese and some variety of fruits are all taken care of there, and I'm assuming Chris will be more than happy to shoot allegedly delicious animals like squirrels.