Tuesday, July 09, 2019


Mean people would have preferred to stay in Hades today rather than Empire. We walked at 7:30 a.m.  There was not a hint of a breeze. The dogs walked one lap and almost took the door down to get inside.

Jilda and I did a few more laps. We were almost to the back fence when we decided to walk a few hundred yards to check on the fig tree.

Last year the bush came our in early spring trying to get a jump on summer but a late killing frost turned a bumper crop of figs into a handful of fruit that we ate warm from the bush in August.

This year, in August we will have enough figs to feed the county. Yum.


  1. I was never into figs but my Tante Marlene. Who just died on Saturday, loves them.

    1. I love them. I can pick and eat them off the bush.

  2. I love figs. Darn tootin!

  3. As a child it was my job to clean the half-eaten (by birds) figs up from beneath the tree. Half-eaten, squishy and mouldy. To this day I cannot face a fresh fig.

  4. Not a fig fruit person, but my favorite cookie is the Fig Newton. Now I am looking at that name and must find out why it is a Newton.....
    Sherry & jack up in Lancaster

  5. You make me long for a big piece of fig filled pastry.

  6. Eating a ripe fig like one eats soft boiled egg is heavenly. I need to buy some today.

  7. Your fig tree looks very healthy. It must like the heat. Good luck with the harvest.
    Hugs, Julia

  8. It has been so humid lately that I didn't think it could get worse, but it has. We had our usual afternoon thunderstorm. Since it ended the air has looked a lot like gray soup.



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