The fig picking in the summer/Carlos Pueblo
It is the
fig harvest season in Houston and we are invited to pick figs on neighbors’
backyards.
Amy would blend it with vegetables and fruits for our morning nutritious
drinks every
day. We pick our first summer fig harvest on Stoneford Street at Leila’s
backyard
tree by the fence. She is a pretty Husky pet dog 3 ½ years old, one of my
honey dogs
of 35 in the subdivision. Their figs are smaller and purple color when ripe
yet slightly
sweeter than the others. The second one is our neighbor Ching Ying’s
backyard
which I can use his aluminum leader to reach some on the top of branches.
I used to
pick figs at Molly’s backyard on Chevy Chase Street. She bought the house
from Christina
Wu a little bit earlier than our moving in to the subdivision. Amy starts
planting a
fig tree right on the back of our garage from a small piece of branch from
her church
sister who provides their harvest occasionally.
I have loved
fruits picking ever since my childhood. Recently, I was told that my host
of persimmons
picking would be ended due to their moving to California in order to
be near with
their children. I have now with the tangerines and lemons picking on our
backyard and
this newly discovers of figs. This closed relationship with figs reminds me
a disrupted friendship
between Orlie Simon and myself. She is an Israeli and the fig is
a symbol or
national fruit of that nation. One year, she sent me a pair of silver sterling
sleeve
buttons for gifts with a design of fig, like five candles upward. I believe
that I still
keep them in
a small box with my wedding ring, etc. She reminded me that her name
was the
famous of airport in Paris where I really reached it some years later.
I move the
ladder around the tree. Ripe figs are soft and just fall into my hand. Some of
them were
bitten by birds and a lot of them were fallen on the ground. The owners dislike
to eat figs
yet for some reasons I have enjoyed pick them and eat them. In just two weeks
they will be
gone until next year.
We’re going
to Michelle’s house to do our house chores for her. This reminds me I do have
some peaches,
pomegranates, and grape fruits picking at her back yard in different seasons.
I am going
to Europe next month for two months or more and I may run into apples picking
somewhere and
sometime.
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