The other day, on my way to the post office, I discovered the very old and tall persimmon tree beside the dilapidated shrine.
I can’t believe such an old tree bears so many fruits on it!
This autumn, I tried making the dried persimmons for the first time. It was very easy. Peel off and hang them under a roof at the balcony, and they becomes sweet and chewy.
My persimmon might have been too small. I could eat only thin parts around its seeds. While I was eating it with my kids, I came up with an answer to the question why persimmon trees were planted at the many gardens of the old residences.
In old days, moms like me must have made the dried persimmons for their kids, because it was easy and could make in large quantities at one time. I have never had this imagination, because I grew up with chips and cookies.
I had a short time-trip to the ancient Japan.