Waiting on a bus at Fort Wilderness Campground a few weeks ago, a lady walks up and just starts chatting away about their trip and the cabin they are staying in. How soaked their shoes were, where they were from and the area she lived in, in Indiana. She struck me as so warm and I felt like we should exchange addresses and become pen pals. She was not shy by any means, nor was she too talkative. Although she fit a lot into two minutes before the bus got there, we were still able to be involved. She even shared her weather forecast. She had always lived in Indiana. This is where my husband and I were born. I vaguely remember some pretty cool ways of being able to tell the weather and how the crops would turn out. The one she shared quickly as the bus was pulling in-she found two spoons in a persimmon. A lot of snow will be coming their way! Luckily, we live in Tennessee, close to Nashville. But still. I am curious and wish I had gotten home and looked for a persimmon!