Figs. Bold, Yet Elusive

Who is this fig who remains ripe, but just out of reach in on the tallest boughs? How is it her leaf carries the tropical scent of coconut? Do the crops wax and wane with the season or is just smoke and mirrors displayed for the mere sake of toying with our hearts, our libidos? The taste is honey, the texture sensual, the shape undeniably sexy.

Pour a refreshing drink filled with brittle ice cubes, come out of the heat and discover the fig trees I call home... another Monday KQED article.

Comments

[Aaron]

Shuna,
Figs are my absolute favorite...verstatile, delicious, undeniably sexual...what more could anyone ask for?
Your description is insightful and provocative. I simply adore the passion with which you approach your life's work. I too have cut open a fig simply to contemplate its magical structure and infinite beauty...glad I'm not the only crazy one.
Please continue to inspire, tempt, comfort and tickle :)
Aaron

[Jill]

Stop it, you're distracting me.

[shuna fish lydon]

Readers! Come here, go away, I love you, I loathe you, touch me here, no touch me there, faster, slower, more adjectives, less descriptors, recipes, no, photos.

I can't keep up!

:}

tee hee.

[Janis]

Love this article. My figs just started to grow and I can't wait for the tasty little morsels to be in my own backyard.

[Julie]

I commented more extensively on the Bay Area Bites Site. I am just beside myself with how much I enjoyed that story! Thank you.