Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Figs, picking blackberries and shelter.

1. Janey brings a box of velvet soft figs from her neighbours' garden. The smell is incredibly evocative to me -- it makes me think of my great aunt's garden; and of walking to work through St James' Park.

2. The blackberry bush in the dustbin passage that runs along the back of our row is just loaded. Janey and I fight our way down there (Alec has to be very brave because of the undergrowth and because he thinks there might be tigers) to take advantage of the free fruit. Bettany is not impressed with our frugality and sets up a furious howling. I can imagine our neighbours starting to wonder whether I have abandoned her down among the weeds and discarded fence panels. I sing and jiggle and pick and sing and at last she settles.

3. In a sudden shower to find shelter from the rain.

3 comments:

  1. Aaah fig smell .... the scary dark walk as a child from nana's house to the outside toilet, down a path under a laden fig tree ... the fear of tiger snakes ... the horrible squish of an overripe fig under your foot ... spiders in the corners and a little frog in the toilet (what if it jumps up onto my bottom when I am sitting there?) ... the sprint back to the house with that fig smell chasing me like a bogeyman.

    I have never ever eaten a fig.

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  2. Natalie, try a fresh-warm-from-the-sun one, ripe enough to be just splitting...

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  3. Natalie, try a fresh-warm-from-the-sun one, ripe enough to be just splitting...

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