We will be married 42 years the 26th of this month. Thirty [and a half] of those years have been lived in this house. Before we moved in, In the twilight hours [well before the final papers were signed] LT planted a fig tree in the courtyard ...
Over the years the fig tree has grown in concert with the three 75 feet tall Water Oaks in the front yard. I have chopped it to the ground three times in preparation of moving it to another location. It has remained unmoved and grew back bushier than ever each time.  So I procrastinate a little a lot.
I wanted to move it away from the house because it is a messy tree. Not that it does anything -- but the birds...... When the figs ripened I have battled with them just to get a few ...and yet had plenty to share. Then as people moved away - from our house and theirs- I realized. LT planted the tree but I, only I, ate the fruit.  My last fig-eating buddy died eight or nine years ago a month before her 102nd birthday. ...she told me that the leaves were good for drawin’ boils. No one has knocked on the door for that information. Yet. It may come in handy someday.
All other neighbors of the 70-80's have fled to other states, subdivisons, and downsized houses. The now-occupants are of a different persuasion. They are not outdoors-standing-around-chatting people and are friendly mostly with the people who live within their own house behind triple-locked doors – or people from somewhere else who park in the driveway and rush into the house, locking the door behind them. They don’t want any of my figs.  [ And look uneasy when I say, Good Morning or Hi, how ya doin’...]
And too, this year with two lively kittens romping about the courtyard the birds have passed on their share and flown on down the road. Some ill mannered squirrels have sampled a few – leaving hunks of rotting fruit on the ground! [tsk..tsk.] 
I came upon a chameleon a week ago. At first I only saw his pink little tongue and beady eye }shudder{ as he melded with the bright green of surrounding fig leaves. He had devoured that helpless little fig leaving only a strip of skin dangling from the stem... surely an evil creature. 
Meanwhile, I have been eating a few though out each day for the last month but the increase in number has caused some disquiet to my tummy’s thoughts.
So we come to today, with a bowl full of fat juicy figs bursting joyfully through their skins; I turn to my collection of cookbooks... 42 years... Nada. 
Not a fig in the bunch! [Should I curse them at the roots that they should die? WWJD]
~sigh~ when we get back from the plumbing supply house I will get on the Internet and see what I can find "out there". Fig cake, fig cobbler, fig jam...  Help me Lord.
Miss Meg | 
Please also scroll down to the next post and see the Anti-Procrastination Challenge Meme for this week. 
