Pick’em 2018/Carlos Pueblo
My friend
M.S. Lee went on vacation and before he left, he called
Amy to
invite me to pick’em, his persimmon. Recently I learn that
my annual
pick’em host, Wu’s family, have sold their house and moved
to
California in order to be closed to their adult children and my favorite
childhood
activity will be decreased from now on. Lee’s persimmon is
in the heart
shape like one of the Wu’s tree. They are not the Fuyu type
and needed
to be treated and soft then eatable. Persimmon is one of
my favorite
fruits and I love to pick’em like mango, peaches, oranges,
etc.
I was lost
when I turned to the old avenue of Cypresswood because
the entire
section of Austin Freeway is under reconstruction. Streets
have been
messed around without any signs and also I have been out
of touch for
years on the newly development of Houston suburban north
of 1960. Amy
was very patient for my struggle out of various subdivisions.
It was such
a hustle and I ignored the fact that might be better waiting for
another week.
I got more than a half of the fruits from the tree.
I had to
treat the damaged fruits to make dry persimmons and hanging
with the
poles. The mosquitos just won’t leave me alone and finally I found
a small bottle
grass oil with strong fragrant to spell them away. Next morning
, I carried
my wash up backpack to deliver several bags of persimmons to
my friends
in the neighbor to thank them for their fruits gift during the year.
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