Photo by Boris Oblak (Own work) [GFDL or CC BY-SA 4.0-3.0-2.5-2.0-1.0], via Wikimedia Commons
Not all of one, just a bit. I shared it with my husband.
Someone brought this persimmon to work and left it in the communal kitchen as an offering. I accepted and took it home, having never tasted one before.
I wanted to taste because one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite poets is called “Persimmons.” The poet is Li-Young Lee, and “Persimmons” is the first poem of his that I ever read. I fell in love with it, and have fallen in love with many others by him since then.
I like the poem better than I liked the taste, although I liked the taste well enough. It’s a bit too sweet for me—unlike the poem, which is just right. It’s a gorgeous fruit, though, isn’t it?
By Haneburger (Own work) [GFDL or CC BY-SA 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons
One of our favorite read-aloud books is called, “How Epossomondus Lost His Tail” (or something very similar), a rolickng tale about a tail, and an opossum, and a bear, and a love for persimmons. Begs to be read with accents.
And here I thought I was done buying children’s books…I will have to see if I can find this one in my public library!