figs – The Consolations of Writing

Week of the Figs and Peaches

First the long wait: trees stubborn in their stasis, only buds, only promises unyielding to the squeeze. Then – overnight almost! an abundance attracting the birds, the sun. Come to their trees and find them burst open, drinking in the light, or the semi-spoiled meal of toddlers pecking on passing by. Neglect for a minuteContinue reading “Week of the Figs and Peaches”

New Season

Fig Season? The garden holds promises, and I visit them daily: minuscule at first, fluffy, unsure, like hesitant children, awaiting the world. This is not quite their season: the Rabbi knew as much, yet visited expectant nonetheless. And, as frost and dew recede, there they are, peeping and proffering garden-bound joy. Too early toContinue reading “New Season”