How About a Persimmon?

We know a couple who came from Viet Nam. They are the most reliable and dependable people we know. They have done a lot of work not only for us, but for a lot of other people on Capitol Hill. We were first introduced to them when we moved to DC - our family lived just down the street in an 1890’s townhouse/rowhouse. There was always something that needed fixing. They redid the entire place from top to bottom, including “lifting” up the house. For us, a new shed for the patio, interior painting, a complete new bathroom, a new ceramic floor, renovated kitchen, and emergency calls .... the list goes on and on. Since we moved to northern Virginia seven months ago, they have helped us out by hanging all of our artwork and a couple of light fixtures. Last weekend we needed their help removing a huge carpet from underneath the tv stand/bookcase. Every time they come over, they bring a treat or two. Usually it’s a Vietnamese dish or drink. They introduced us to Pizzelle cookies. This time it was a bag full of persimmon. There were so many that I had to share some with my brother, sister in law, and sister. We haven’t yet decided what we will do with ours, but perhaps jelly would be an idea. It’s not so much what it is, but the idea of being so thoughtful is priceless.