An Orchard By Any Other Name

Last fall in Minnesota, we had an incredibly idyllic autumn experience at Pine Tree Apple Orchard. As Texas is not typically known for its apples, I knew we had to find some sort of alternative this year.

But who'd have thought persimmons? That's right: Asian persimmons, "the apple of the Orient."

We drove out (and saw our first live long-horn cattle!) to the orchard this morning, and the first sound we heard were cows mooing when we opened the car doors. Then, we noticed we were the only non-Asians there to pick the fruit. Makes sense, huh?

As we walked through the rows of trees, we could hear our fellow pickers chattering in their native tongue, cell phones jangling, and see them hauling wagon-loads of persimmons back to their cars. Quite a cultural experience for the middle-of-nowhere in Texas!

Boo-Boo "helped" his dad cut some persimmons down for us, but I think he enjoyed playing on the pumpkin pile the most. He'd lay his head down on them and say that he was snuggling them. Only Boo-Boo!