So my big “excitement” today is that my efforts to grow my own are starting to pay off. My little Fig tree has suddenly sprouted two figs. Yes a whole 2 figs. In the words of Scarlett O’Hara – “We’ll never be hungry again!”
Two figs really isn’t much to get excited about and they may not develop into much more than the 2 tiny pea sized figs that they are today. We may never actually be able to eat them. However, I was just tickled pink to finally see the “fruits of my labour.” They also represent a tiny bit of my dream to live in the South of France. When we go on holiday, we always stay in a house that is surrounded by Fig trees, just bursting with the sweetest, juiciest figs I’ve ever seen or tasted.
As we batten down the hatches tonight to prepare for a storm and apparently the heaviest rain for almost 20 years, it has fuelled my desire even more. I long to be in a lovely old stone farmhouse with blue shutters and a vine with fat bursting purple grapes growing up the outside walls. A sweet delicious scented Oleander growing around the door, with a lemon tree on either side, just in case anyone fancies a G&T!
Gazing out over a patchwork of Yellow Sunflower fields and purple French lavender, would be a sight for my tired sleep deprived eyes, the singing crickets, the chirping Tree Frogs and the wonderful hooting of the Tawny Owls are sounds that would lull me into a luxurious sleep.
Maybe someday, we can make the dream a reality. Until then, there’s always my figs and a bottle of Merlot!