Or: Damsapple Tree? |
Showing posts with label damsons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label damsons. Show all posts
Saturday, August 15, 2015
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
From Pomona's Store
We'll rather taste the bright Pomona's store,
No fruit shall 'scape Our palates, from the damson to the grape.* |
From An Ode to Master Anthony Stafford to hasten him in the Country by Thomas Randolph (1605 - 1634)
Labels:
damsons,
Poetry,
Seanhenge,
Thomas Randolph
Friday, September 27, 2013
Damson and no Selilah
Lots of damsons* this year. |
Here but a few I picked yesterday |
and finally get six glasses of damson butter. |
* Before anyone asks: What are damsons?
Plums they are both. Actually the plum-family is quite big. For example, the mirabelle is also a member. :)
As for the difference:
The damson is the more juicy sister of the plum. :)Plums are almost round and bigger; and their flesh tends to be reddish;
damsons are oval, and their flesh is yellow.
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