A few years ago, we discovered a huge fig tree in our neighborhood. Often, we would go late at night and pillage the figs that grew over the sidewalk. One day, a man was outside in the yard and we asked if he would mind us picking figs. Not at all, he replied in a thick German accent. He told us to come often and offered us a fig tree seedling. A small blond woman called to him and he left us to go inside.
About a year later, we were under the tree with handfuls of figs. A brunette woman and a young boy got came from the house and loaded a car parked out front. She looked at us inquisitorially. We told her we had talked to Henry and he had said to please pick the fruit. She seemed perturbed. We talked further and found out that she is his wife. I don't know who the blond woman was...
The fig tree has been gone for about a year now, and in it's place, a small seedling with bright coral colored flowers as a crown.
On leaving the house this morning for our run, it didn't feel cold. We layer our clothing; long sleeves, long pants, a vest, long socks, a fuzzy headband and often, gloves. As our pace quickened, the cold sank in further and what had been a really mild morning, felt cold. We ran our 3 miles, circling the neighborhood, checking the citrus and avocado trees for ripeness. The dogs love to bark at us, ungodly creatures running the streets before the sun is brightening the sky. The skunks were still out and the coyotes were having hysterical laughing fits.
I rode to and from work today also. I only missed my swim because JE had to work late, and I don't trust myself not to drown.
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