We groovy people do not have a fig tree in our yard. If we did, we would surely be in figgy heaven. Just to stand under the sprawling umbrella of branches and *inhale* the smell of warm figs in the middle of July on the Gulf Coast, is heaven on earth.
Very, very groovy, those figs.
Sunday, August 30, 2015
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