There is a reason for this.
First of all, the keeper of this blog loves wild persimmons as do her horses.
This year, there was not enough rain early on to promote the blooms of the delicious little fruits that weigh the branches of this tree. In fact, we had hardly any fruit at all on any of the wild persimmon trees in the whole pasture. It could also be an annual thing where the tree simply takes a break from bearing fruit. About this time of year, the trees are overloaded with fruit not quite ready for consumption yet. It takes a freeze to make them edible otherwise they feel fuzzy in your mouth and are difficult to eat. They may be sweet enough but the texture is like cotton. The horses don’t care. They eat them green.
This tree is on the fence line. All fruit on the horses side is eaten that they can reach and when brought in the gate, they head straight for my side picking up all fruits fallen to the ground. We all enjoy them and I especially love eating them very cold.
This photograph was taken Thursday afternoon when my husband pointed out that this is the only fruit on that tree this year. Normally we have poles and ropes bracing the branches from all the weight of the fruit, but not now.