What do we know about simplicity? Figs from our tree. Figs. The taste of summer, the taste of home; my immigrant home. Our backyard tree is heavy with fruit. In the mornings I go out to pick what is ripe; figs for breakfast, a treat straight from the tree; flesh and seeds, refreshing and sweet, grainy resistance and softness at the same time. Figs, the color of their skin, purple with blotches of green or white stripes where they have cracked. The reds and browns inside bring up memories: a summer spent in Normandy, France, with my parents, my brother, and my maternal grandmother. Life was about food in its basic, original form, about mussels and figs and cheese; it was about the ocean and its tides, gigantic but predictable, and about history. We visited Bayeux to see the tapestry which tells the story of William the Conqueror and the Battle of Hastings; we spent a day or a half at Arromanches, saw a documentary on D-Day and the landing of the allied forces on the b
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Who needs snow on the ground from November to April?
debi
Lorraine
It always amazes me how fall lasts way into December in Southern California.
My neighbor's trees still carry leaves although the red has turned to yellow. By December 21st, the day winter officially begins, the trees will be bare, the leaves knocked off by wind and rain which are forecast through the weekend.
Meanwhile I listen to news reports from Europe and couldn't agree more with Debi: who needs snow from November to April?