yumm

Figs gathering season starts, i’m quite lucky to have in the garden a big and old (really i’d say it’s more than 60 yo) fig tree and it seems

that we’re there : first ripe fruits appear and the beginning has the advantage that you’re quite safe from too ripe fig bombs that in the meantime you’re leaning may drop and make you experience totally bio shampoo but not really pleasant. Good are those fruits that doesn’t even need a ladder just stretch out your arm, but interesting those ones that hide beside leaves and need you to climb steps in the ladder and while you’re there the best thing overall eat directly from the tree with the wind breeze launching down the peel with accurate aim, tasting their sweetnees, and find yourself with sticky fingers…

(i’d take a tangent and find this… uhm say erotic, it’d be even more if you’d know italian language and perceive the assonance between the fruit and… another fruit, ok i stop here, there’ll be another time to sing you Sexual Healing)