Site Title

 I was scrolling through some old photo's and remembered my computer was in the shop when we were picking figs from Grandma's tree. 
The tree was packed. We picked as many as I thought we would use (and then some.) 
I am not sure what kind of fig tree she has other than the fact that these are not of the black mission variety. Last year we made jam, this year we picked these just before our trip to San Francisco, and so they were just pulled open and eaten.
Aren't they gorgeous inside? 
I think we'll have to call Grandma and see if there are any left on her tree. Maybe, just maybe there might be and maybe just maybe we'll have to make the trek out there and maybe just maybe there will be fig jam in our future. That would be pure bliss!