We get teased about not having discernible seasons in California, but in Berkeley the persimmon tree is quite distinctive. I found it interesting and exhilarating to walk while looking carefully for something, with a goal in mind, but letting myself be open to beauty (a word we don't hear much in regards to art nowadays) as I explored how many persimmon trees line my usual morning walk.
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(yes, I know. these are lemons and plum leaves)
leaves haven't turned yet, and no fruit in sight
eater of persimmons
one block past my normal turnaround:
bonus! a Little Free Library
