Here is some more about our life here in southern Spain.
It’s harvest time for a lot of stuff. I’ve already written about almonds. Today it is about figs.
We picked quite a bag full of figs yesterday. Figs don’t keep very well and however nice they are, one can’t eat too many of them because they make one’s bowels loose. So, I make fig jam!
This is a photo of a large fig tree:
This morning I made a happy sticky mess in the kitchen. I washed and chopped, sterilised jars, weighed and calculated amounts of sugar and lemon juice etc. And here they are: eight and a bit jars of fig jam. Yumm!
Fig trees are very recognisable by their enormous leaves. (Hence Eve was able to hide her ‘bits’). Look at the size of these leaves!
I think fig trees only grow in warmer climates, but I have seen small ones grow in the UK on a south facing wall.
The flowers on the fig tree are very nondescript but the fruit is glorious! Some figs are purple and some are green. We have green ones here. (Sorry I didn't quite get the focus right in this photo).
I’ve opened a fig fruit here for the benefit of those who have never seen fresh figs and only know the dried variety at Christmas. Inside is a red mass of gooey sweetness. Sooo good!
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Bye for now and God bless,