October Days--Persimmon Hours
These French days are shortening now. It’s barely light when I wake up at 7:30 and a light fog has settled in the pétanque park here at Camont. The hammocks have been stowed for the winter. A fat hedgehog blundered her way onto the terrace last night.
If October were a fruit, it would be a persimmon and after all these years, I finally have a tree with r…
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