First Fig Leaves

Each year, I wait for the first fig leaves, plump as toads and thick with the summer thoughts.

They bring memories of past springs and summers. And I even remember the autumns, when the leaves grow gray and brown and brittle as paper.

Now those old leaves mulch the citrus trees, and when it rains, or when I irrigate the citrus, the spicy scent of fig leaves fills the air.

Oh, soon the east side will be shaded by the fig tree! And I can take my cup of tea and sit beneath it, looking up at the blue sky behind the green!


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