Bury Me Amid Nature’s Beauty

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!

Persimmon Branch photo Marie Cameron 2012


Persimmon Branch photo Marie Cameron 2012

Persimmons Peach and Celadon photo Marie Cameron 2012


Persimmons Peach and Celadon photo Marie Cameron 2012

Persimmon Branches and Sky photo Marie Cameron 2012


Persimmon Branches and Sky photo Marie Cameron 2012

Persimmon Leaf photo Marie Cameron 2012


Persimmon Leaf photo Marie Cameron 2012

Persimmon Leaves Ablaze photo Marie Cameron 2012


Persimmon Leaves Ablaze photo Marie Cameron 2012

Persimmon Leaves photo Marie Cameoron 2012


Persimmon Leaves photo Marie Cameoron 2012

Persimmon Orange photo Marie Cameron 2012


Persimmon Orange photo Marie Cameron 2012

Persimmon Light and Shadow photo Marie Cameron 2012


Persimmon Light and Shadow photo Marie Cameron 2012

Persimmon Leaves Peach and Blue Photo Marie Cameron 2012


Persimmon Leaves Peach and Blue Photo Marie Cameron 2012