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| Not quite saggy sweet, though the one on the top right is beginning to wrinkle. |
Today he had shuffled across the street with a generous bowl of figs, this time from his brother's trees. He blushed when I told him to give his brother a hug and a kiss for me.
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| Extravagant and exquisite |
The fig flesh in this picture still lingers in my mouth, the memory fresh and nearly obscene in it's pleasure, proof that the Great Creator of All takes pleasure in our pleasure. Lovely to be surprised by the Things I get to do today--bask in the splendor of a honey-dripping, saggy-fleshed fig.
Oh, yum. A fig break. Hope the move is progressing well.
ReplyDeleteI do so appreciate your support for the move. It is done! And, yes, yum--a fig break! That makes the delight even more intense.
DeleteThat is the only way I like to eat figs, fresh off the tree. As I am riding the lawnmower, as I go under the tree I grab one. What a treat. Our figs are nearly gone now.
ReplyDeleteMy husband retired a couple of weeks ago, and we are both loving it. We made him an office too, and moving stuff around. Glad your moving job is done and successful. Have a great day!
Thanks for the lovely fig/lawnmower image. I can just see you like the horsewoman on the carrousel snaring the gold ring each time she goes around. Sweet retirement to you as well!
DeleteDo you get a second crop in the fall? My father-in-law always did, though they were never a richly sweet.
Deleteoh fresh figs are treasures! (and so are neighbors that share them! :) )
ReplyDeleteEspecially the neighbors, without which there would be no figs (this year).
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