The first time I ate a fresh ripe fig, I was 28 years old and worked for a Manhattan financial service firm. One of my …
The Gift of Figs and Fig Trees
Faith
The Best Present of All – Presence
Our breath spangled the frosty December evening as we waved goodbye. My dog, Zeke, dropped, exhausted, to his mat in the living room to dream …
Pruning Away the Dead Wood
I stepped back, studying the lattice of branches arcing overhead. My husband stood across from me and a few feet away, studying the apple tree …