Reblogging to try this as the figs are nearly upon us, and this looks delicious.
I live next door to a church.
It’s not an obvious building, it doesn’t have stained glass windows, or a cemetery or bells but on a Sunday morning it does have a congregation singing and a few cars parked out the front.
For the rest of the week, it sits squat and quiet in a suburban street, with all but the roofline hidden from our view behind a seven foot fence.
And across this fence that separates our back yards, rests a large fig tree.
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