That’s what persimmons say in the Victorian language of flowers, “Bury me amid nature’s beauty”, how poetic! How appropriate too, November is the month when persimmon leaves blaze yellow and gold and fall away revealing ripe orange persimmons dangling from bare branches like festive ornaments.
I took these photos yesterday between walking the kids to school and voting, it’s nice to take a few moments even in the busiest of days to feel and see deeply. Time to make some persimmon chutney!