October
in my country, it is always also the month of mature hackberry . A
small, round fruit that negligible , since when it comes to mature , it
becomes all the colors : white, yellow, green , red, brown , and finally
(almost) black . 50 shades of colors, all natural and beautiful , but
... gray ! He has little pulp ( peccato! ) and a small bone in the
middle, but is very sweet . He knows a mixture
of locust beans, jujubes and licorice. Some of my little friends with
whom I was doing the raids crushing him between two stones and ate it
with all the bone, practically disintegrated by stoning . Today,
hackberry not looking for them more than anyone, not even the birds. The
employees of the forest they planted as ornamental trees and to make
fresh on the sidewalks : they have a great green foliage and can reach
15 meters in height. And my son , the other day when together we passed
by walking , was not the least bit interested in knowing my little ,
insignificant anecdotes about hackberry and my childhood. Alas !
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