Friday, January 03, 2014
It is that time of year. When it gets cold and grey out I look for a relatively warm, sunnier day and finding one, take off into the woods. I keep my eyes peeled for bare branches with little balls hanging from them. Finding that tree, my search takes to the ground. The best persimmons have already fallen. They are usually unattractive and mushy which might scare off those who are used to perfect looking fruits and veggies offered at grocery stores. That is fine with me because those folks grab the pretty looking persimmons on the tree, bite in and find a bitter tasting fruit that quickly gets spit out. I won't have to worry about them taking my tasty treats. I have been eating them and painting them throughout the last couple of weeks. This is the latest one.