Kestrel Row Orchards · East Kelowna bench · planted 1978

Sweet cherries, sold the morning they come off the tree.

Eleven acres above Mission Creek, five varieties in a ladder from late June to late August, and one stand at the gate.

The row, by season

The trees are in bloom and August is being decided right now. Green fruit is sizing up — first picking is weeks away, not months. Crews are picking at dawn and the stand is open every day. The orchard is asleep. We prune all winter and reopen at bloom.

Down the row

The place

A bench is a shelf of old lakebed, and ours faces southwest.

Nineteenth-century engraving of a broad orchard cherry tree in full blossom, a figure resting beneath it
Fig. 64, an orchard cherry in bloom — from a nineteenth-century pomology manual.

Cold air drains off it on spring nights, which is most of why the blossoms survive April. The afternoon light comes off the valley long and warm, which is most of why the fruit tastes the way it does. Our grandfather bought the parcel for the view; the cherries turned out to be the better idea.

The name isn’t decoration. In 1996 we retired the propane cannons and put nest boxes on the row ends instead. American kestrels took the first box that same spring, and their hovering keeps the starlings guessing better than noise ever did.

Everything here is done at the speed of a ladder: thinned by hand, picked by hand, sorted on the tailgate, and carried a hundred metres to the gate. There is no cold chain because there is no distance.

11 acres · 5 varieties · 14 nest boxes · 1 stand

What we grow

Five cherries, one after another.

All five were bred a valley away at the Summerland research station. They ripen in sequence, so the stand changes week to week — dates below are typical for our bench and slide with the spring.

Antique watercolour of a cherry branch heavy with near-black fruit and deep green leaves
Black Republican, painted for the USDA by William H. Prestele, 1892 — Pomological Watercolor Collection.
  1. Santina

    First dark cherry off the row. Mild and juicy; it never lasts the week.

  2. Lapins

    Big, dependable, and sweet, with skin that shrugs off a July rain.

  3. Skeena

    Firm, black-red, built like a plum. The one the crew eats in the rows.

  4. Sweetheart

    Bright, heart-shaped, and crisp — it holds its snap in the fridge for days.

  5. Staccato

    Among the last cherries in the valley. Dense, dark, the season’s closing argument.

The plates on this page are older than any tree we farm — cherries painted for the record before colour photography could keep up. The names have changed; the ambition hasn’t.

The year

Four seasons of work behind two months of fruit.

Oil painting of orchard trees in pale pink blossom over rough spring grass
Geo Poggenbeek, c. 1873–1903 · Rijksmuseum

Blossom April – May

Ten days of white across the bench. Mason bees fly in weather the honeybees refuse, and the frost fans run on clear cold nights. Whether August is any good gets settled here.

Watercolour of blush-yellow cherries on the stem, one cut open to the stone
Yellow Spanish colouring up · Ellen I. Schutt, 1912

Ripening June

We thin by hand so what stays on the branch sizes up properly. Nets go over the Santinas first, and the year’s kestrel fledglings learn to fly the rows.

Woven basket heaped with fresh red cherries on weathered stone

Harvest July – August

Picking starts at five, while the fruit is still night-cold. Whatever reaches the stand by eight was hanging on a tree at dawn, and u-pick runs on weekends until the Sweethearts finish.

Low winter sun flaring through bare orchard trees over frosted grass

Frost September – March

Leaves drop, every tree gets pruned by hand, and the brush is chipped back into the rows to feed them. Winter is where the orchard earns next year.

The stand

On the boards right now

Closed until the first picking in late June — but the bloom is worth the drive on its own, and the gate stays open for walkers on weekends.

Opening soon. The moment the Santinas colour, we chalk the first-picking date at the gate and record it on the answering machine.

Open daily, 8 a.m. to 6 p.m. Whatever was picked this morning, by the pound or the 10 kg box, plus u-pick on weekends with buckets provided.

Shuttered for the year. Thank you for a good season — the row wakes again at bloom.

Directions to the gate

Hours, honestly

Late June
As the fruit decides — phone first
July – August
Daily, 8:00 – 18:00
U-pick
Saturdays & Sundays in season
September – spring
Closed; we’re up ladders pruning

Card or cash. Rain or shine — cherries picked cold in the morning don’t mind the weather, and neither does the roof.

Asked at the gate

Five questions we hear every summer

When should we come for the deepest choice of cherries?

Mid-July through mid-August, when three varieties overlap on the stand at once. Chasing one variety in particular? Phone the week it ripens and we’ll hold you a box.

Can we pick our own?

Weekends in July and August. Ladders, buckets, and shade are ours; the reaching is yours. Kids pick alongside a paying adult at no charge.

Do you ship fruit?

No. A cherry is at its best within two days of leaving the stem, and a courier can’t promise that. We’d rather you taste them the way the crew does at dawn.

What do cherries cost this year?

Prices follow the picking and are chalked on the board each morning — figure on farm-gate rates by the pound, with a break when you take a full 10 kg box.

Do you spray the trees?

As little as the valley allows and never during bloom. Netting keeps the birds honest, fourteen kestrel boxes patrol the rows, and cold-morning picking does much of the rest.

Come up the hill

Find the row

Fifteen minutes from downtown Kelowna: follow KLO Road east until it becomes McCulloch, turn uphill at the old packing shed, and watch for the cherry sign at the gate.

Where

2280 Benchland Road
East Kelowna, BC

Call ahead

250-555-0136
The machine always knows what was picked today.

Write

orchard@kestrelrow.ca
Box orders answered within a day.

If the flag is up, we’re open. If a kestrel is hovering over the gate, consider it a welcome.

Watercolour of seven blush cherries hanging from a dark twig among broad leaves
Yellow Spanish · Amanda A. Newton, 1913. Painted slowly, the way fruit should be sold.