Village so old
not a single house
without a persimmon tree
Much of Oakland and Berkeley was once orchards. Not this tree, though.
The wind last week stripped the leaves, but the fruit hangs and ripens.
Fall tomato crops - the leaves begin to brown and drop, and don’t smell as strong. The fruiting slows, but they seem to continue and hang fruit through the first rains.
Kale starts, onion sets / rain came weekend morning dark / I hid with the chickens
Tim jr and Smokey Robinson (aka Bucky Johnson) smell the new automatic watering system.
French white winter squash, scarlet runners. August 2013
Tobacco drying in the greenhouse.
Felcos and hori-horis, now in the greenhouse.
Tim Jr. learns the new automatic watering system.
Gone for a week and now the grafted plums are ripe. Not sure what this kind is, but they’re good and just starting.
Dinner outside, Bart sounds, slanting light. A Wednesday.
Part 7 of Patrick’s ongoing photo series of me looking sad in the stairwell. More to come. t.