Figs for free

Last Saturday morning I succumbed to the temptation to walk to one of my favourite coffee shops, about 1,200 metres from my home. As you might recall, I still have  some restrictions in movement because of a herniated disc in my lumbar region as a result of a car accident almost three months ago. My... Continue Reading →


Sketches in ink - 51-52 My landlady gave us these objects of her work and creativity. They are lightly roasted dried figs and almonds. It seemed a pity to cut them up and eat them, but we did. We know what they taste like, you see. I make a mental note to factor in time;... Continue Reading →

Figs in autumn

Every June/July I watch the fig trees as their fruit starts forming. And every year, with a certain amount of regret, I notice the last of the figs falling on the ground, unclaimed after the seasonal glut. For at least the last three summers, I have intended to ask the lady down the road if... Continue Reading →

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