“The trees that are slow to grow bear the best fruit.” – Molière
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A joyful tongue
Goat’s cheese fat pillow
Heart of first ripe fig
Wild honey dripping
Lapped with pleasure
Treasures of the
Season
I devour each morsel greedily
With glee
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Bisous,
Léa
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Ooh I love this! The harvests of your country! I especially love “goat’s cheese fat pillow”, a wonderful description. And of course the always present wonderful quote… 😊
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Those figs are just too fat and sassy! You must pluck the ripest ones and bite deeply! 🙂 Thank you Christine. It is wonderful to live in such a rich Country and be spoiled by its bounty…
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Im so pleased you have found contentment there
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And wonderful friends! Thank you Christine. xxx
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I could get caught up in the lusty alliteration here, if my eyes weren’t closed and my mouth watering over an imagined fig!
Thank you kindly! A friend often serves them lightly grilled as an appetizer…
Wow I’m hungry now!! Gorgeous imagery Lea, this was just delicious to read 😀 xx
Yes Becka, they do tend to whet the appetite. A dear friend got me hooked on them while we were waiting for him to serve dinner… 🙂 xx