Since featuring Erika Carter’s marvelous painting…..
(a portion seen here)
a confluence of FIGS !!!!
While browsing Volume Three of Kinfolk….I came upon this lovely illustration by Katie Stratton
which brought to mind luscious linen just used for pillows for a client.
Picking up custom forged fire screens for another client led me to downtown Santa Barbara to a side street only one block long…..
All of which sent my mind spinning off………
We once had a fig tree (long before my tastes turned to the possibilities of slices wrapped in prosciutto…..). My husband’s aunt brought a rooted branch from her tree in Palm Springs. I planted it in our yard next to the front porch (the ‘why’ of that escapes me now). Those were the days when I was happy if anything I planted grew…although the tree did not grow tall, it was prolific! Every year a multitude of figs – first a pretty green, turned brown and soft, oozing juice and attracting noxious pests which threatened my small children. Having not the heart or the time to cut it down, I cleaned up the rotting fruit as it fell through the summer and the big leaves as they browned in fall. I did once make a batch of fig newtons – but they were relegated to the ‘don’t bother to make that again’ category.
I did not appreciate that tree!!!
….and where am I going with this tale of the fig???
Now, coming up on twenty-four years since we moved from that house, I have wished for that fig tree with regularity.
I’ve been set to thinking about what might be in my life at this very moment that I am not appreciating, not recognizing as a blessing………..perhaps seeing as a burden when, indeed, it may be anything but……….
One response to “once upon a fig…..”
Susan…your blogs give me such joy! Thank you, so much. They take me to a time that was. They may be your tales, but they invoke in me my time in the “yesterday” that was mine. And it makes me miss things that I thought I had already forgotten or had tucked away in my memory bank. Things I never appreciated when…..