There are few pleasures in this world as delightful as eating a soft, ripe fig that you picked off a tree. It is like being kissed, slowly, gently, and deeply.
My father’s fig trees were bearing fruit while I was visiting.
Brown Turkey FigThe fig was happily eaten soon after this picture was taken.Lattarula Figs in Bowl
These figs were made into preserves a few days later.
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