Karen’s parents had a fig tree at their house in SoCal. And I, being from New England had never seen a fig that wasn’t in a Newton. It was a revelation.
That was 50 years ago, we can get them at the market now, even though they won’t grow here.
When I was a kid in the 60s & 70s, the Boston area didn't get much in the way of produce in winter. It was pretty much limited to what could be stored or did well shipped by truck or train. There were times when Lettuce and tomatoes, for example, were just unobtainable.
I like dates, especially the Medjools. They were always a part of the holidays when I was little. My "Aunt" Charlotte (actually my grandfather's cousin, a spinster who lost her fiancé in WW I) would stuff them with walnuts or cream cheese.
I ate a fresh date in Egypt, it was rather disappointing, kind of watery. Greatly prefer the dried ones.
If I had any fruit trees, they would be in trouble about now. Georgia is in a drought, and we have wildfires in the south with the smoke moving north. Boo us.
I'm visualizing walking your property with a shopping cart to fill with fresh fruits and vegetables and, if I'm lucky, a few fresh eggs from the coop. So much work you do!
That is my dream wake-up! As you know we had several roosters. Sometimes, they would do a half crow. Halfway through, they quit. Crowbar, a white rooster was an attack rooster. My great aunt walked to our house and carried a stick to fend him offf. More later
Sorry to hear that you the fig trees didn’t do well. Ripe figs are a joy.
actually it is just the newer trees that aren't fruiting yet, I realized today that two of them are showing lots of fruit!
Much better.
Karen’s parents had a fig tree at their house in SoCal. And I, being from New England had never seen a fig that wasn’t in a Newton. It was a revelation.
That was 50 years ago, we can get them at the market now, even though they won’t grow here.
I never ate a fig except in a Newton until I was in my 30s. They are my favorite fruit!
I beat you - I was just 20.
When I was a kid in the 60s & 70s, the Boston area didn't get much in the way of produce in winter. It was pretty much limited to what could be stored or did well shipped by truck or train. There were times when Lettuce and tomatoes, for example, were just unobtainable.
When I first ate a date I cried.
I like dates, especially the Medjools. They were always a part of the holidays when I was little. My "Aunt" Charlotte (actually my grandfather's cousin, a spinster who lost her fiancé in WW I) would stuff them with walnuts or cream cheese.
I ate a fresh date in Egypt, it was rather disappointing, kind of watery. Greatly prefer the dried ones.
If I had any fruit trees, they would be in trouble about now. Georgia is in a drought, and we have wildfires in the south with the smoke moving north. Boo us.
They are very very needy especially in the first couple years
Jake as the forever “chocolate heart.” What a nice thought (and a great turn of phrase.” 💕
thank you, I miss him so xo
I'm visualizing walking your property with a shopping cart to fill with fresh fruits and vegetables and, if I'm lucky, a few fresh eggs from the coop. So much work you do!
I carry a green basket that is kinda like a shopping basket.
Do you rent a room $$ for selected visitors?
of course but they have to sign a waiver that they don't mind be awakened by 40 roosters crowing at once
That is my dream wake-up! As you know we had several roosters. Sometimes, they would do a half crow. Halfway through, they quit. Crowbar, a white rooster was an attack rooster. My great aunt walked to our house and carried a stick to fend him offf. More later
Crowbar is an excellent name for a roo
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