The Smell of Figs

Fruit-laden branches begin to bend beneath bulbous figs early this summer, the taut, green pendulums blushing pink and purple, many bursting through their skin, over-ripe and bleeding from almond-shaped wasp wounds. The sweet and sickly scent a cloying perfume that transports me to a summer long ago, to Texas and the house on Huffman Hill: […]