In the house where I first began having memories (so, around age 4-5 or so), we had a massive - and I mean, truly massive - fig tree. I could literally hide under the tree and sit there and eat figs to my heart's content.
To this day, figs taste like childhood freedom, carefree indulgence, and the stickiness of summer. <3
In the house where I first began having memories (so, around age 4-5 or so), we had a massive - and I mean, truly massive - fig tree. I could literally hide under the tree and sit there and eat figs to my heart's content.
To this day, figs taste like childhood freedom, carefree indulgence, and the stickiness of summer. <3
I love that you have childhood association with a fig tree! All trees are special but figs feel especially alive!
Yummmmm☺️