It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Wordless Wednesday: Persimmons at a Tender Age.




5 comments:

Brian Miller said...

oo pretty little bud you have there...

Kerry O'Gorman said...

How lovely and promissing! Harvest is on its way!

Madeline's Album said...

Very nice photos. Have a blessed day. Madeline

Teri said...

Love that doggie face on your header, Connie!

Ann said...

are those green things that will grown to be the outside bits of the persimmon?