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| The back yard crop |
Dear Imaginary Friends,
Honey Chile, you have not seen a fig crop like the one I have since I don't know when.
We have big figs, small figs, shriveled figs, juicy figs. Figs hanging low, hanging high, pecked by birds.
I am starting to sound like Bubba Gump.
Oh well. We have figs. With seven trees, and three varieties, we suddenly become popular every August and September.
I have said too much! And no, I am not giving out my address!
Your Imaginary Fig Farmer,
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