My neighbor has a tree that's loaded with persimmons, but they are bigger than those. When my Dad was living, he always mentioned me asking for some, he loved them. I never did. Now, when I see the tree loaded down with them, I think of Dad and wonder why I never tried to get them for him.
HI sorry to change the suject but was wondering if any one has Seen the book house blog she posted on the book "Alex Stewart" Portrait of a Pioneer. This is my great grandfather. I was happy to see someone reading it. He was quite a character. I like persimmons also, I think i like paw paws' better. Its hard to get to those before the groundhogs do. I love black walnuts also. Me and my sons crack them and make candy with them like my grand parents did. Mamaw always said, "The familly will always gather together for cracking nuts. They like the candy!" and would laugh.
Oh, what a wonderful surprise: I love those tiny wild persimmons! I used to collect them along the Potomac river. They were full of flavor, especially after the nights turned cooler. Back in Rome I knew quite a few persimmon trees. Those shiny orange fruits on their dark branches against the blue November sky were harbingers of winter.
We had two 'simmon trees near my childhood home. Every year my brother dared me to bite into a green one. And every year I did, because he said if I didn't then I couldn't play with him and the other boys. And wouldn't you know? Sometimes he still didn't let me play and I suffered that inside-out mouth for naught.
June 9 - Morganton, NC Public Library - I'll be talking about my books, of course. 2 pm.
June 26 - Sylva, NC - Public Library. Talking about my books again. 7 pm.
July 7 -14 - Wildacres Writing Workshop -- On the Blue Ridge Parkway near Little Switzerland. I'll be leading a class in Popular Fiction. Summer camp for grownups. More information HERE.
July 21 - Historic Rugby, TN. I'll be speaking as part of their Appalachian Heritage series. More info coming soon.
September 7 -8 - Carolina Mountains Literary Festival. I'll be doing several events -- some about my books, some about the collaborative novel Naked Came the Leaf Peeper. Burnsville, NC. A great little festival. More info HERE.
September 14 - 15 - On the Same Page Literary Festival, West Jefferson, NC. This is a new one to me and I'm excited! Lee Smith is going to be there and there's a quilt show too! More info soon...
2013
June 2-8 - Teaching Fiction at the John C. Campbell Folk School.
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I'm the author of The Elizabeth Goodweather Appalachian Mysteries from Bantam Dell. The series includes SIGNS IN THE BLOOD (LA MONTAGNE DES SECRETS in France), ART'S BLOOD, (LE SECRET DES APPALACHES in France,) OLD WOUNDS,IN A DARK SEASON (Anthony Nominee, Best PBO), and UNDER THE SKIN. There's also THE DAY OF SMALL THINGS (a spinoff/standalone)chronicling the unexpected life story of Miss Birdie, one of Elizabeth's neighbors.
I came to this weird business late (my first novel was published in 2005) and am still trying to figure it out.
As my novels are set in a place much like my real life home, I thought I'd use this blog to share pictures of our farm and county. I've been blogging for over four years now, on an almost daily basis, and the topics have ranged from writing, chickens, food, books, quilts, flora and fauna of all sorts, to the occasional tiny rant. There's no plan, but there are lots of pictures.
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15 comments:
My neighbor has a tree that's loaded with persimmons, but they are bigger than those. When my Dad was living, he always mentioned me asking for some, he loved them. I never did. Now, when I see the tree loaded down with them, I think of Dad and wonder why I never tried to get them for him.
HI sorry to change the suject but was wondering if any one has Seen the book house blog she posted on the book "Alex Stewart" Portrait of a Pioneer. This is my great grandfather. I was happy to see someone reading it. He was quite a character. I like persimmons also, I think i like paw paws' better. Its hard to get to those before the groundhogs do. I love black walnuts also. Me and my sons crack them and make candy with them like my grand parents did. Mamaw always said, "The familly will always gather together for cracking nuts. They like the candy!" and would laugh.
If I had these growing round the house , I'd be beating all furry fellow fans off with a stick !
Lovely photos - I look forward to seeing more.
would not mind on the coons as i think they rather cute...possum on the other hand...
Looks as though the wildlife are the winners, this year.
Not just the 'coons and 'possums! Jim
Love those wild persimmons! I had a neighbor that made persimmon pudding that was to die for.
I'm too far North for them. Around here, it's crabapples that the critters come for.
Since i don't know what they are and how they taste, i would say i love the pics (LOL!)...
JJRod'z
Our persimmons are non-existent this year. Last year was a bumper crop. So goes the cycle.
We made persimmon wine one year that almost had the punch of white lightning!
Hello Vicki
Persimmons jam and butter sounds good to me!
Have a great day and week.
Best
Tracy :)
Oh, what a wonderful surprise: I love those tiny wild persimmons! I used to collect them along the Potomac river. They were full of flavor, especially after the nights turned cooler. Back in Rome I knew quite a few persimmon trees. Those shiny orange fruits on their dark branches against the blue November sky were harbingers of winter.
What tiny persimmons, I would enjoy watching the feasting that is going on.
We had two 'simmon trees near my childhood home. Every year my brother dared me to bite into a green one. And every year I did, because he said if I didn't then I couldn't play with him and the other boys. And wouldn't you know? Sometimes he still didn't let me play and I suffered that inside-out mouth for naught.
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