farm-human-dog relations in the piedmont of north carolina
Monday, October 20, 2008
This is my afternoon hang-out place. While Stuart is busy working, I'll sneak over to our persimmon tree and eat as many ripe ones as I can find, right off the tree as this is a young one with low-lying branches. Such incredible flavor tucked into these little orange orbs full of glistening goo. Clover comes with me and will lick the skin and seeds after I discard them, then look up at me with hungry eyes that say, more please. We plan to propagate the tree either by cuttings or with the seed so it's easier for me to get a full belly of persimmons.