Eating figs on the bus
I trash the stems in my purse;
heavy as the fog.
2 days ago
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Grandpa's wooden sign hung on the oak at the top of the hill for thirty years. "What is kale?" I finally asked.
- Kale for Sale
- "It's chicken feed," he said --- Local food and other fodder as I finally question things once overlooked or taken for granted.
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4 comments:
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 Yum
Into your mouth such a treat
Ooooh it is so sweet
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