Pulled up to a box yesterday and noticed all the ripe persimmons littering the ground around my Jeep.
Behind the mailbox was a giant persimmon tree, one of the biggest I’d seen.
I didn’t have the time or long enough arms to reach any of the fruit still on the tree, and that’s kind of a shame, because a ripe persimmon is good.
Of course, if you don’t time your eating right, a persimmon can be a mouth-puckering mistake.
I am really settling in to enjoying this new route.
Saw a doe and a really young fawn up on the highest part of the mountain today.
The fawn still had spots….so I guess it was a young one.
It’s ears were big.
All this stuff that happens around the periphery of my job are the good parts.
It’s good to be out in the country.