We had a birthday celebration for Dad and Uncle Kenny at the farm yesterday. One of the highlights (besides snuggling Cale) was harvesting persimmons with Dad. Oh my goodness, it was the most fun I think I'd had all week. Raking through the leaves, shaking the tree and giggling with Evangeline as they fell: plop, plop, plop, all around us.
I'm so glad the farm is back in our lives and I get to share experiences there with Evangeline. Maybe someday she'll say, "I remember harvesting persimmons with my grandpa and mommy when I was a little girl. " Then perhaps she'll say, "we always made the best persimmon pudding from my Great Grandma Esta's recipe."
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