Okay, so there’s no such thing as Ozarkberries. (I have seen a combination of common berries baked in a pie referred to as Ozark Berry Pie though.)
What you see here is, of course, a green persimmon. I was a bit surprised to find these given the continuing drought in my part of Missouri. This one is about half the size of what I’ve commonly seen. Also, now that I know better how to identify these trees, I am seeing persimmons more frequently at Roundrock. (Did I mention I’d found yet another mature walnut in my woods?)
Anyway, I’ve tasted some of the ripe persimmons at Roundrock, and even those are much too astringent for my mouth to handle. I gave an account of one such experience here.
This tree will probably come down some day as I begin the work of clearing out the northern fence line in anticipation of bringing in power lines. That could be another five years away (anyone figured out yet how to become independently wealthy without much trouble?), but if I clear a tree or two at a time, I may be finished by then. Perhaps I’ll leave the persimmon for last so the raccoons will still like me.
- Thirteen-lined ground squirrels begin to gorge.