Figs

The Sensual Fruit

It’s the time of year when birds swoop in en masse to raid our fig trees. The time of year when a family of raccoons tiptoe into the backyard in the still of the night, and station themselves up in the branches where they stuff their faces. The time of year when a spoonful of homemade fig jam nicely tops a bowl of vanilla ice cream.

I’m so enamored of the fig season that I wrote a poem about it. And then I edited a video about it. And then the video made its way into a few short film festivals and was met with delight. Here it is for you, my Substack community!