Fall here at Krazo Acres has my eyes, ears, nose and taste buds becoming accustomed to different Autumnal occurrences than what I grew up with back in Illinois.
Up "north", there was a very heavy leaf smell when the trees started dropping leaves, but I only occasionally smelled that here. Come to find out, that leaf smell was from cottonwood trees and we don't have a single one (that I am aware of) on the property. There was also that "frozen" smell....and that smell doesn't start here until sometime in late winter. Here, Fall smells like wood burning stoves and the occasional waft of buck goat piss (I didn't say they were all good smells).
|I smell stinky.....Oh so stinky!|
The fall leaf colors back home were much more spectacular than here, but the dogwoods, hickory sassafras and sumac add just enough color to make it pretty.
|Dogwood spared by the bulldozer.|
When I bite into a squishy-sweet-spicy Persimmon, my entire being radiates "Autumn". And since moving here, Fall hasn't officially started until I taste one. Or thirty.
|Some almost-ready persimmons. For goodness sakes, don't ever|
eat a persimmon that isn't totally ripe (i.e. squishy)! Best bet is to
get the ones that have already fallen to the ground, usually after
a cold snap or freeze.
I've been harvesting a bunch of seeds (i.e. eating a lot of persimmons) to build up my seed stock for the Seed Swap, and wanted to remind you all of the tab on the top of the homepage. I'm still collecting some wild seeds, so if you're waiting for your little package of seeds (yes, I'm talking to you Kelly....sorry!!!) I didn't forget about you, really I didn't! I've got envelopes with names on them, ready to send out once I get all my seeds harvested.
But in the meantime, I think that I should go find me some more persimmons on the ground to eat, I mean, collect seed.