First Fig

No, this fig does not reside in the White House.  But it is the first fig of the season, which Jens brought me from the tree in her back yard.

I try hard not to be an envious person, but some days are more challenging than others.  A fresh picked fig is a delicacy not to be taken lightly.  If they were a little hardier we’d have one in our yard.  (Believe me, we tried.)

This fig was sweet and purple/tan inside.   Best I can do is be grateful and continue to profess my love of all homegrown produce.   And maybe work on my puppy dog eyes?