To have had a harvest at all was surprising and perhaps serendipity. Last winter’s late blast seemed to have diminished any possibility of fruit this fall. At least, that’s been my theory. I don’t really know.
It was a lot less fruit this year, but they were larger. I was watching four persimmons all summer, but an extra two made their appearance when the oranges and reds emerged just before frost. The deep red one on the right has already been sampled – mildly sweet.
And speaking of the season, frost came early this year and I’m doing all I can to help the indigo along. I’m still hoping for seeds, so keeping tabs on the nighttime temps. For the moment, we seem to be in a kind of Indian Summer.
A study by one of my students in this month’s series of classes on creating texture. They are engaged in their pursuits, exploring the fibers – a variety of cottons – textures in different contexts – water studies, landscape…and in that limited palette of indigo and white.
I’m exploring too, and it is a slow and patient process – not so much about imagery or results as it is about the nature of it. I’m thinking about indigo here.