Saturday, July 6, 2013

Another Saturday Evening Post


My body aches like a tooth that needs filling, but the aches are good. I worked hard this day. I composted, weeded, raked soil, planted new seeds, gathered and shared muscadines and figs. I strewed grated cedar to combat the fire ants that love my ankles. And the figs. Oh, the figs! They are so much bigger than last year's yields. If I close my fingers around one I run the risk of bruising and squashing it! Tall tales run rife in Texas, but this is true-true. Those who mean well urge me to prune the big little fig tree, and today I almost agreed, because figs are growing atop the grass! The branches are just that low. I ask in turn: Who trims the branches in the forests? Wild fruit grows just fine. I have zero desire to force a tree grow, yet I want espaliered apple tree. Am I a hypocrite?

A fig is ripe when it sags. The weight of these purple figs pulls them down. The milky sap squirts like a severed artery when I gently tug one away from it's home. Alex loves them. So does Myrna. And Fatima and Kindra! Myrna is an adult mind you. She didn't want to share with Alex. LOL! Her stories are worth a peck of figs, and watching Alex's face when he bites into fruit from my backyard makes the hard work and muscle aches worthwhile. 

I remember the letters Mama read to me out loud when I was a girl and we were far away from her family. Grandma wrote about the wild plums, figs, muscadines, and berries that she and my aunts turned into jellies and preserves. She always promised to save some for us when we came home. NowI write to Mama about the progress of my own growing things, and I send half pints of jelly to her in the mail. She loves the pictures and enjoys charting their progress as much as I do. My little mama sounds as homesick now as she did back when I was a girl, and she read her coveted letters from home. Betty and I took turns getting the mail when we were old enough, and tall enough to reach the mailbox. I sent her a small box of figs last year. They spoiled in two days. Pictures and letters are better.

Make some memories. Spark even more. Write on!



4 comments:

  1. Please mail me some of those figs and I will make fig jam. Yesterday I made apricot jam from apricots from my next door neighbors tree. Just had some for breakfast....yum...

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    1. LOL. Sorry, but ripe figs don't travel well. I sent some to my mom via overnight mail and they spoiled in transit. I wish I could give away all the golden figs from our neighbor's tree. I can harvest half a bushel from the overhanging branches. They bought the house from a previous owner and have no idea what they are. One weekend they brought an older Spanish-speaking woman to look at it. She didn't have a clue, so they pretty much abandoned it. It thrives on its own. The figs actually weep when they are ripe and need harvesting. They're almost obscene. :)

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  2. oh my you must be one tired lady ....Poor charlie brown is tired and we must remember to send her some more seeds LOL ha !! ha !! I know you could most likely ring my neck right now talking about more planting ....Oh well my dear happy gardening ....

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    1. I planted your seeds three days ago. This morning I woke to a new layer of soil covering the entire raised bed! JC filled it close to the brim, covering my efforts with at least five inches of soil. All the buckwheat seeds, the gourd seeds, and your seeds will have to work super hard to break through. Communication is key!

      Wait until you see what I just finished. :) Life is fun.

      Be well.

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