Every October persimmons appear at Whole Foods, and every October I imagine hopefully that this year they will be local persimmons and will have seeds in them, and I’ll be able to forecast the winter weather according to the Old Farmers’ Almanac. So even though there was no sign saying LOCAL— actually I’ve never seen a persimmon tree here— I carefully chose one and rushed home to cut it open. Yet again it was a mass of bright orange quivering jelly-like pulp without a seed to be seen.
On a happier note, M brought us a pink peony bulb/corm/root thing Saturday, and after I dug a proper hole for it I took a little break and drew it while it was still sitting on the grass watching me dig its new home. It began to look like a Medieval hill town to me—