Yesterday, I took a long and blustery walk through and beyond my neighborhood, through and beyond other people’s neighborhoods, past other people’s trees and parks and bodegas and stone walls and outside cats while grey and purple clouds gathered in dramatic compositions across the sky.
thank you for your Words. i was struck by your image of the persimmon tree, and was reminded of this Labatut passage:
The night gardener once asked me if I knew how citrus trees died: when they reach old age, if they are not cut down and they manage to survive drought, disease and innumerable attacks of pests, fungi and plagues, they succumb from overabundance. When they come to the end of their life cycle, they put out a final, massive crop of lemons. In their last spring their flowers bud and blossom in enormous bunches and fill the air with a smell so sweet that it stings your nostrils from two blocks away; then their fruits ripen all at once, whole limbs break off due to their excessive weight, and after a few weeks the ground is covered with rotting lemons. It is a strange sight, he said, to see such exuberance before death.
This is beautiful. Thankyou...
Thank you 🙏🏻
I need this today as I contemplate what to let go of and where to be.
I am grateful for my persimmon season at the YW, which brought us together briefly.
Thank you Beth! Yes, a little persimmon sweetness!
Pop unripe persimmons in the freezer until frozen solid. Take out and let defrost. Then savor the jammy interior.
Ah, thank you!
thank you for your Words. i was struck by your image of the persimmon tree, and was reminded of this Labatut passage:
The night gardener once asked me if I knew how citrus trees died: when they reach old age, if they are not cut down and they manage to survive drought, disease and innumerable attacks of pests, fungi and plagues, they succumb from overabundance. When they come to the end of their life cycle, they put out a final, massive crop of lemons. In their last spring their flowers bud and blossom in enormous bunches and fill the air with a smell so sweet that it stings your nostrils from two blocks away; then their fruits ripen all at once, whole limbs break off due to their excessive weight, and after a few weeks the ground is covered with rotting lemons. It is a strange sight, he said, to see such exuberance before death.
Breathtaking. Thank you. 🙏🏻