produce from my vintage garden
yesterday, I had Ms*marion from down the road, call in and ask if she could get some persimmons off my tree - of course I said yes! so we grabbed a couple of buckets and headed to the tree. Mr Chough was eyeing us both with disdain - that beak of his, looked positively dangerous - but we braved the elements and found a ricketty old chair to stand on and proceeded to pull the persimmons. The chair was wobbling all over the place but we succeeded in getting ourselves a bucket full each. There are still quite a few more but they are up high in the tree and save getting a tall ladder and taking my life into my own hands by climbing it - there is no way I can reach - so those will be for the birds, nothing like sharing is there?