Monday, January 29, 2007
Friday, January 26, 2007
These figs are from mum & dad's garden. Many times dad had wanted to cut the fig tree down, but every year he would change his mind once it started bearing fruit.
They have to cover it with some sort of net ting ,though, to prevent the birds from eating them all. I too share the same appetite for the sweet flesh, but what I really like is to sit under the tree - it's smell always reminds me of our summer holidays on the coast of the Adriatic.