we scamper
among the trees
Ali and me
two kids again
in a farmer’s field
plucking figs
from trees
and giggling
as we split them open
to taste their sweetness
guilty pleasure
a break from work
washing our hands
in the sprinklers
before climbing back
into a waiting car
to return
to the business
at hand
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I love figs and I learned to love them living Istanbul. Dried figs and fresh figs from the market – like candy. My favorite fruit. I also remember picking them and eating them fresh in a fig orchard high on the hills above Makarska Riviera, Croatia.
Yes, they are one of my favorite fruit here along with the berries and the sweet tangerines from Izmir. Figs also grow in Izmir, both purple & green.
As a child we had three fig trees. In season it was filled with huge juicy fruit. Unfortunately I didn’t acquire a taste for the exotic fruit until I grew up. Thank you for the beautiful poem.
I’m glad you liked it and it brought back memories. Food has a way of doing that.
So true , funny how that works.
I’m smiling all the way to the kitchen.
enjoy! 😊