Because when you have a blog...you relate to life in possible "posts". It's just the way it is. I got these beautiful figs at the local fruit stand the other day. It's more or less around the corner from my house. And each year when it opens, I know that summer is here. Come spring time I watch for the signs to change from "Thank you. See you next summer" to "We are now planting" to "Grand opening next Saturday!". I love it. And all year I wait for it. That and my own garden are a few things that keep summer bearable for me. Someday I'll have my own fig tree. But until then I'm content to get them from the wonderful peeps at the fruit stand. I stopped by yesterday for some corn...but it's not ready until next Tuesday. So I got a giant Vidalia onion instead for homemade onion rings to accompany the paninis we're going to make for dinner later today. I asked the gals who run the stand if it would be OK with them if I took some photos during the week to post on my blog. "What's a blog?" they asked. I was expecting this question as they are all older and they all have accents...German maybe? I'm not sure. All I know is that they are SO nice...and this year they finally recognized me from last year...and treated me like an old friend. (It made me feel good...) So because they're so nice the answer was, "Oh sure...sure...of course you can! But can you come about 10 minutes before we open so everything looks nice and full...and so people aren't in the pictures? People get kind of kooky being in pictures on the Internet, you know." I agreed to come a little early... Stay tuned next week for a little tour of my local fruit stand. I just love it...and I think you will, too!
Sunday, June 28, 2009
If you give a girl a fig...
...she'll want you to put them in a vintage white bowl. And if you put them in a vintage white bowl...she'll want you to take pictures of them. And if you take pictures of them...she'll want you to post about them on her blog. Because when you have a blog...you relate to life in possible "posts". It's just the way it is. I got these beautiful figs at the local fruit stand the other day. It's more or less around the corner from my house. And each year when it opens, I know that summer is here. Come spring time I watch for the signs to change from "Thank you. See you next summer" to "We are now planting" to "Grand opening next Saturday!". I love it. And all year I wait for it. That and my own garden are a few things that keep summer bearable for me. Someday I'll have my own fig tree. But until then I'm content to get them from the wonderful peeps at the fruit stand. I stopped by yesterday for some corn...but it's not ready until next Tuesday. So I got a giant Vidalia onion instead for homemade onion rings to accompany the paninis we're going to make for dinner later today. I asked the gals who run the stand if it would be OK with them if I took some photos during the week to post on my blog. "What's a blog?" they asked. I was expecting this question as they are all older and they all have accents...German maybe? I'm not sure. All I know is that they are SO nice...and this year they finally recognized me from last year...and treated me like an old friend. (It made me feel good...) So because they're so nice the answer was, "Oh sure...sure...of course you can! But can you come about 10 minutes before we open so everything looks nice and full...and so people aren't in the pictures? People get kind of kooky being in pictures on the Internet, you know." I agreed to come a little early... Stay tuned next week for a little tour of my local fruit stand. I just love it...and I think you will, too!
Because when you have a blog...you relate to life in possible "posts". It's just the way it is. I got these beautiful figs at the local fruit stand the other day. It's more or less around the corner from my house. And each year when it opens, I know that summer is here. Come spring time I watch for the signs to change from "Thank you. See you next summer" to "We are now planting" to "Grand opening next Saturday!". I love it. And all year I wait for it. That and my own garden are a few things that keep summer bearable for me. Someday I'll have my own fig tree. But until then I'm content to get them from the wonderful peeps at the fruit stand. I stopped by yesterday for some corn...but it's not ready until next Tuesday. So I got a giant Vidalia onion instead for homemade onion rings to accompany the paninis we're going to make for dinner later today. I asked the gals who run the stand if it would be OK with them if I took some photos during the week to post on my blog. "What's a blog?" they asked. I was expecting this question as they are all older and they all have accents...German maybe? I'm not sure. All I know is that they are SO nice...and this year they finally recognized me from last year...and treated me like an old friend. (It made me feel good...) So because they're so nice the answer was, "Oh sure...sure...of course you can! But can you come about 10 minutes before we open so everything looks nice and full...and so people aren't in the pictures? People get kind of kooky being in pictures on the Internet, you know." I agreed to come a little early... Stay tuned next week for a little tour of my local fruit stand. I just love it...and I think you will, too!
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so, did your kids say that first little statement - because it sounds like something my kids would say.
I'm totally going to embarrass myself here - but i have never ate a fig - with the exception of fig newtons : )
You know...I didn't even know what a fig WAS until I was in my mid-20's. I lived in a little apartment in the country and my grandmother came out to see my place. There was this gnarled tree in the front yard that I thought was pretty ugly and my grandmother was so thrilled, "You have a fig tree!" When the figs were ripe I picked a box full and took them to her...she showed me how to eat them and I've liked them ever since!
As far as the beginning of this post...it was my take on the children's book, "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie"!
CANT WAIT for the fruit stand pictures. Actually, I am not sure if I've had a fig (other than a fig newton). Maybe dried - out of a box. Are they kinda sandy/gritty inside when you chew them? I think my dad may like them. Love the story about your grandmother...
I can say that I've eaten a fig. My mother used to make a cookie recipe that has some sort of a fig filling. Haven't had it in years.
I'm looking forward to meeting your peeps at the fruit stand.
I don't think I've ever even seen a fig before! If you had posted that photo without explaining what it was, I would have had no clue.
Because when you have a blog...you relate to life in possible "posts". It's just the way it is.
It makes me feel silly... I'll be doing something and mentally turning it into a post instead of just doing it. Being me, it doesn't generally actually make it into post form, but I wrote it all out in my head. :-)
(Hopped over from your comment on Like Merchant Ships, btw! Love your pics, esp the chickens! :-)
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