from the trail

I was randomly handed a plump, juicy persimmon by an old farming couple in a truck that drove by while I was walking. I heard a shout, and this lady was leaning out the window, straining to give me a persimmon. I took it without question and thanked her and her husband; they drove off, leaving me to figure out how to chomp on and slurp the thing without getting juices all over my fingers. It was very tasty. 

Persimmons come in several varieties, a few of which are grown in Korea. Some are cardioid-shaped; others look like standard tomatoes. When ripe, some types are as crunchy as apples; others are as soft and juicy as overripe peaches. All are sweet. I imagine there are different names in English, Korean, and other languages for these varieties of persimmons. I should learn some of them.