The figs are starting to ripen on the south side of one of our barns. Succulent golden fruits that make wonderful preserves but are even better eaten fresh from the tree (or bush as it were). I picked a bowl for my wife the other day, and as as oft happens on our farm, I had help, this time from one of our farm cats, Tiger.
(photographs copyright 2009 by Dan Routh)(Posted from Hanover, New Hampshire after a 20 hour train journey. More to come on that next week.)
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