persimmon

persimmon

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.

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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  1. Things like that are gifts! Was in Mallorca last week where the trees are so heavy with limes, they don’t bother to pick them. Reminded me of pictures in kids’ story books. I also watched a heron take a fish recently, & found a dead shrew. That was a big deal nature day for me!

    • Thankyou for your comment! We have a bunch of blue herons around here….but not so many that it doesn’t feel really special to see them. Imagining you appreciating the limes was a good thing. There is so much wonderment in the world….glad to know that you are appreciating it too!

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