The grandchildren of figs

It’s time.  It takes a long time… it was back in those abbreviated daylight hours of January that if first looked hopeful for this year.  There are just a few, but they are ready now, strong and promising… they are worth the wait.  And today they begin to make their way from my overprotective hovering on the back patio to new gardens, to new families.  Maybe someday some other granddaughter in some fall season yet to come will trim a few branches and stick them in a jar… and patiently wait to see if it will be a fig year.

Last night I wondered out into the evening sunlight to capture my little guys in these photos before sending them on their way.  The late day summer light casts an enchanting glow around here.  I’ll be enjoying this while it lasts.

I hope you will, too.

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