Fig-giddaboutit!
Monday, July 26th, 2004I have a fig! Ripe and ready to eat! See?
I’m going to eat it tonight. Slowly and with tiny bites. I am not going to share it with anyone or anything, including Scrappy, who loves figs almost as much as I do.
Because, you see, I have a fig. I have only ONE fig. At first, there were six. Then four. One is all that survived on my magnificent, yet fig-barren, tree. But one is all I need.