We spent 16 days in Mexico this month. We had perfect weather. For half the time, we had our whole family with us. We moved around a bit, but wherever we were the toughest decision was pool or beach. It was wonderful, and I feel very grateful for the opportunity and the experience. For at least a part of every day I forgot about Donald Trump and global warming, and I am determined to capture that forgetfulness on a regular basis.
When we got home I found that our two fig trees, in the unheated and largely light-free basement for the winter, have begun to leaf out and even to fruit. Like other aspects of this season, this, while a bad sign for the planet, is in the short term kind of fun. We moved the pots to the kitchen and re-arranged the furniture to make room. I’m looking forward to watching the figs ripen and hoping that they taste good. It seems, from my initial research, that this is the breba crop, which may or may not be edible, depending on the variety. A friend gave me this fig about three years ago and it’s always beautiful but has never before been fruitful.
Sounds like an amazing trip. Welcome home.
Thank you, Rita!
Charming commentary .