Thursday, August 6, 2026

It's a Fig's World

 

Fig Tree


I didn't know much about fresh figs until my next-door neighbor shared some with me. I pictured figs as fig newtons from childhood and reminiscent of the stories I read in the Bible. Today, when they are ripening off our mature tree, I have at least 2 for breakfast. 

Most people don't know that figs contain copper, vitamin B6, magnesium, potassium, riboflavin, thiamine, vitamin K, fiber, and, of course, water. I really love them because they are sweet when ripe and so filling.

Speaking of the Bible, fig leaves date back to Adam and Eve. Can you guess why? The fig leaves were used to cover their bodies when they realized they were naked. Yes, fig leaves. So figs have been here from the beginning. A historical reference is always a good place to start in learning about figs!

Figs are referenced throughout the Bible. They are used in a parable; they are referenced along with olive trees; they are used as a metaphor. Figs have been eternal. They are also good for you. If you want to know about fig trees, look up all the references in the Bible that depict them. 

And yes, figs can grow in the Pacific Northwest and so many other places in the United States. Even if you have a small yard, one or two fig trees work great and produce a good harvest during the ripening season for your household, or just yourself! You can even make jam if you get overwhelmed with a harvest! 

If you have one, enjoy....I know I am!

Ripe figs ready to pick


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A Whim to Write
On the art of starting again

I have a whim to write so write I will.
Can’t believe I am being this still.

I type and I type to no avail.
I can’t believe it, so I guess I will.

What says the key — can it really be
an a or a y? I really can’t say why.

I have a whim to write, so write I will.
When night time comes, I pick up my quill.

Some say I’m lazy and others say naught.
When I sit here and write, I’m not such a snot.

I love the sound of the keys that clank,
or the pen that strikes as I sit down to write.

Well here we go again, picking up where we left off —
not quite sure what to write, but at least it’s a start.

Good night my protagonist.
It was good to see you again.
I’ll finish your scene without you letting out a scream.

The days are long and the nights too short.
I’ll finish your story sometime in the morning.

With coffee brewed and in the mood,
I’ll pick up where we left off,
and again we will start.

— Written in 2015

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