Grandpa's wooden sign hung on the oak at the top of the hill for thirty years. "What is kale?" I finally asked.
Eating figs on the busI trash the stems in my purse;heavy as the fog.
Ooooh, g-o-o-o-o-d one!
We had a fig tree when I was a kid. I spent hours climbing it and swinging on the swings my dad hung from its branches, but, sad to say, never appreciated its fruit. Thanks for the memory.
ohh fig season...looking forward to that! did you remember to remove them?
Yummy Yummy YumInto your mouth such a treatOoooh it is so sweet
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