A picture of our fig tree, during this early spring bloom. The green bud you see will morph into a soft juicy plump fig in a few months. It has a pink seedy flesh, some say it’s like an inside out strawberry!
And a poem ensues below because that’s what happens when you can’t stop thinking about it!
Your nourish us every summer
With two generous harvests
Enough to overflow fruit baskets
or Make 50 jars of jam
Like squirrels saving
precious commodities for wintertime
For what we’ve taken from you
We must replenish and feed you well
You lavish us
With your sweet delicacies
And give us a Fair exchange
Of our efforts
You show us that
relationships
knowledge
understanding
are built not just with people
But with the bounties of Nature
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the end
Fig trees are not only beautiful as nature forms but their fruit is divine. Every year I wait patiently but when they are ready I can’t stop eating them!
The poem is sweet