Our own huge fig tree is full of figs, but today, on the way back home from a 4.4 star Sushi restaurant, we discovered that the figs on the wild fig trees that are lined on our dirt road have suddenly turned purple.
Solange stepped out of the car, and after tasting one, she continued and picked a handful. It was 41 Celsius today, so we hurried home, put the figs in the refrigarator.
Four hours later, as the evening fell and the temperature became bearable again, we sat outside, looked at the landscape and ate figs.
COLD, HONEY SWEET FIGS!
Life is good!