Fig Picking at Mom’s House
Last weekend on the way out of a day at Mom and Mike’s (my step dad) house I raided her fig tree. Bill had gone to help with some construction on their house and Sam Dog and I went along for the ride (I also got to go to Ikea, more on that later). Mom lives in the middle of the city around the Heights area of Houston. Her house is seriously fantastic and I would kill for the set up they have: great old home, hard woods, 4 beds, 2 bath, open floor plan, etc. ANNNND two story studio space in the back yard. For real, its seriously awesome. She’s also done an incredible job landscaping and adding slate stone pathways, decks, and two ponds with a stream running between them. Sitting in their backyard you’d never know you were in the middle of a city of 4 million people.
Anyways, back to the fig tree.
There has little to no rain here since the end of April (until this week, it rained for three days, we were all in shock). So I was really surprised there were any figs on the tree at all. I didn’t pick for long until I had a whole large tupperware container full of nice pinkish colored figs.
Standing under the giant branches and looking up at the sun through the leaves made me think I was in the middle of a large field, not in the middle of a huge city. It was so peaceful and relaxing and it made me wish I knew more people with fruit trees.
So if you have any fruit trees that need picking give me a call, I’m so there.