Of course, as the days tick down to Rosh Hashanah, I can’t help thinking of the pomegranate as a symbolic holiday food — some hold that the coming year will hold as many blessings as we each eat pomegranate kernels…
Lovely! I think of Persephone who eats the pomegranate seeds and therefore must spend her winters in the dark mysteries of the underworld with her husband, Hades. Seductive.
I remember my first encounter with these strange fruits, using a small spoon made for just that purpose, learning the name in Japanese long before I knew what we called them, and walking through a grove of persimmons every day on my way home on the paved path up a terraced hillside.
Oh, and I forgot to mention, if it’s not clear, the winter months that Persephone sits in the dark, waiting to burst forth in spring. Is that why pomegranate fits here in this “waiting to burst” theme? (Sorry, I’ve been accused of being overly obvious. Alternatively, of being obtuse and estoteric.)
Yes, Leslee, Persephone. I rassled with an outright mention of her and decided against it. But this is also a LITERAL waiting to burst: the birds around here love early October!
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Beautiful image, Pica, and relevant to the theme.
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Lovely and luscious, Pica – and so simple! It feels good to see some color on these pages, too.
Glorious, Pica.
Of course, as the days tick down to Rosh Hashanah, I can’t help thinking of the pomegranate as a symbolic holiday food — some hold that the coming year will hold as many blessings as we each eat pomegranate kernels…
Lovely! I think of Persephone who eats the pomegranate seeds and therefore must spend her winters in the dark mysteries of the underworld with her husband, Hades. Seductive.
I remember my first encounter with these strange fruits, using a small spoon made for just that purpose, learning the name in Japanese long before I knew what we called them, and walking through a grove of persimmons every day on my way home on the paved path up a terraced hillside.
Oh, and I forgot to mention, if it’s not clear, the winter months that Persephone sits in the dark, waiting to burst forth in spring. Is that why pomegranate fits here in this “waiting to burst” theme? (Sorry, I’ve been accused of being overly obvious. Alternatively, of being obtuse and estoteric.)
Beautiful. Such extraordinary fruit — I was a stranger to them until the late 90s. This print almost swells off the screen.
Dear all,
Thank you for your kind comments.
Yes, Leslee, Persephone. I rassled with an outright mention of her and decided against it. But this is also a LITERAL waiting to burst: the birds around here love early October!
Wonderful, Pica … and I know what you mean about the LITERAL wait to burst: I see them around my neighborhood, too.
I don’t have any words, but I keep coming back to look at this.