You have a warm community here so I thought I go ahead and drop in and say hello.
Those strong childhood memories they are the ones that evoke distant times. We would receive long, white, silky smooth boxes arriving by post. Figs, so colorful, yellow, green and purple. So delicious; drops of sweet nectar would not grace the lips of unlucky siblings who weren’t present.
My sister up and married and our newfound family had the right of it. They grew their own trees despite the climate. They always said these are good Italian figs. That was thirteen years ago. Now I have a home of my own and here I am looking at three unknown summer fig cuttings from my sis and it has been quite a journey to get here. The warmth of spring and the earth awaits these little darlings.
Thank you all for the advice and knowledge you have posted here I find it illuminating.
Those strong childhood memories they are the ones that evoke distant times. We would receive long, white, silky smooth boxes arriving by post. Figs, so colorful, yellow, green and purple. So delicious; drops of sweet nectar would not grace the lips of unlucky siblings who weren’t present.
My sister up and married and our newfound family had the right of it. They grew their own trees despite the climate. They always said these are good Italian figs. That was thirteen years ago. Now I have a home of my own and here I am looking at three unknown summer fig cuttings from my sis and it has been quite a journey to get here. The warmth of spring and the earth awaits these little darlings.
Thank you all for the advice and knowledge you have posted here I find it illuminating.
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