Saturday, January 18, 2020

It's a new decade


and I'm running toward what feeds me.  Sometimes, persimmons are the thing itself.  But don't you think a persimmon is also a dandy word.  While I'm at the Bancroft Succulent Gardens, it's the image of that persimmon tree in winter with a few pieces of remaining fruit, beyond reach that touches me.  I'm sure birds are grateful they have wings.  

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  1. More or less confusion as we digest the semblance of evening--a Seminole for supper, with jam.
    They crossed the divide in plenty of time

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