Monthly Archives: August 2020

I wondering if you are a Fig Fan?

“The proper way to eat a fig, in society,
Is to split it in four, holding it by the stump,
And open it, so that it is a glittering, rosy,
Moist, honied, heavy-petalled four-petalled flower.”

San Gervasio DH Lawrence (1885-1930)

I originally named this post “Fig Jig.” You see, it’s fig season in Georgia, and I love figs.

But somehow, in the midst of spell-check, autocorrect, and clumsy fingers “jig” became “pig.” Ah! I knew instantly that the new name fit perfectly, much better. My Dears, I confess that I am a fig pig, a big fig pig. And yes, I’m known to do a jig.

And to demonstrate that love, I’m doing the fig jig in my red shoes and goofy socks.

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I wondering if you are a Fig Fan?

“The proper way to eat a fig, in society,
Is to split it in four, holding it by the stump,
And open it, so that it is a glittering, rosy,
Moist, honied, heavy-petalled four-petalled flower.”

San Gervasio DH Lawrence (1885-1930)

I originally named this post “Fig Jig.” You see, it’s fig season in Georgia, and I love figs.

But somehow, in the midst of spell-check, autocorrect, and clumsy fingers “jig” became “pig.” Ah! I knew instantly that the new name fit perfectly, much better. My Dears, I confess that I am a fig pig, a big fig pig. And yes, I’m known to do a jig.

And to demonstrate that love, I’m doing the fig jig in my red shoes and goofy socks.

Continue reading →