Greeted this morning by glimpses of vaguely pink tinted, yellow sunlight, attempting to break through the cloud cover. This looked destined to fail. The chill in the air forces the heating on, the few dog walkers wrapped up in heavy winter outfits, occasional dogs wear bright coloured and soundly disliked outfits, it is obvious their owner is female. A car or two passes slowly as the day begins and Christmas wears off the populace.
Naturally, as I coughed my way around to a very quiet Tesco the cloud cover had disappeared. Instead the rising sun hovered just above the rooftops, forcing the cloud towards the south. The quietness allowed the birds to freely roam in the trees and front gardens. Robins bounced, a Magpie fluttered and even a Jay was spotted above me in the tree. Each flew swiftly away from the few pedestrians, keen to end their hunger, the birds that is, not the pedestrians. If people are out it probably means they have been fed, unlike myself who was surviving on instant cappuccino coffee and one old banana.
However, I obtained a Persimmon, whatever that is, at Tesco and have just enjoyed one. It looks like, apart from the price, these may be coming here more often.
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A proper persimmon or that abomination - a sharon fruit?
Fly, A proper persimmon, no Sahron Fruit around.
There was a tree in the village where we lived in France....no one wanted the fruit because they would try them before they were bletted so we lived high wide and handsome on the crop which we swapped for veg.
Fly, Mine failed! Brexit regulations hidnered them I reckon, all had large bad spots inside. Brexit hinders much fruit here.
They would be devils to transport. They go from being hard as rocks, to being softer, but tasting harsh - leaving a fur on your tongue - to being almost deliquescent, held together by the skin.
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