Persimmon

It was my turn to choose the topic for this week’s header challenge (Dave, Fishing_Guy,  Mac, and Gail’s Man).  I was pretty stymied for a good theme for this week but then I just through a dart at it and came up with a colour that is really a fruit.  How many colours are really fruits or food?  

Persimmons, Fuyu variety, very very yummy, smooth and sweet.

Any who, I chose persimmon,  my favorite colour, hands down.  I was always jealous of my best friend in high school who was allowed to paint her room orange, semi gloss no less.  My room?  Barely blue and satin finish only.  You needed to hold up a piece of paper to the wall to really tell if there was actually any colour.  Sometimes I wonder what made my folks afraid of colour. 

Rosa rugosa alba being all persimmony

Oops, way off track, but there you have it, orange was always my favorite among colours, I like most colors and obviously a person can’t be doused in orange all the time but…

Swamp Oak or Quercus bicolor

Persimmon is just the perfect of oranges, muted and muddled but still bright and warm.  How could a person not just wanna roll in that colour.

On overly-ripe-persimmoned blueberry? Perhaps we should be honest and call it what it is, pomegranate.

Yes, reds are lovely and there will always be plenty of reds in my gardens and hedges, and if you live in the Pacific Northwest you cannot avoid green.  And yellow, I really do like yellow, not particularly fond of dandelion yellow but the burnished yellow of some of the autumn trees, especially my aspens, makes my heart all glowy.

Persimmon coloured autumn leaves of the Aronia berry.

But the wrap your arms around me persimmon?  My autumn delights would dim to grey were it not for the flames and coats of persimmon.

Quercus bicolor, Swamp Oak, ready to move to Bet's Meadow hedgerow

Go see what the fellas have up this week, I’m dead tired, I’ve stayed up way too late and tomorrow is an early day because the rains are coming in the afternoon and I have a few more pathways to finish. Dirt promises to help plant all the garlic, something like a thousand eight hundred cloves, by hand tomorrow. Once were done with that I need to slam the spring flowering bulbs in and get started moving a great many trees and bushes, yes most of them have persimmony autumn foliage, to the hedgerow in Bet’s Meadow.  So….

Good night Clever Reader, you will always be dear to me but really you’re far more clever than the average blog reader, so your moniker here has changed.