Grandpa's wooden sign hung on the oak at the top of the hill for thirty years. "What is kale?" I finally asked.
Ten pounds of orangespiled in a bowl are art;too pretty to peel.
I love it!
Ah, I felt the same about some persimmons last December. What poetry.
Celeste - I wish I could give you one of the beauties. Thank you. Green Bean - I could not bare to eat the last persimmon this year but happily watched it wither away instead. They're really prettier than oranges but don't let the oranges know. They'd be hurt.
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