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It may not be true that a watched fig never ripens, but it has certainly seemed that way. I’ve been popping outside (several times a day) to check on the fig tree since we got back from our road-trip.
Today I was rewarded with a perfectly ripe, luscious fruit.
I’ve celebrated the start of our fruit harvest with this fig, blue cheese and rocket salad for lunch. Yum!
I’ve been re-reading Michael Pollan’s In Defence of Food, with it’s wonderful mantra:
Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.
Right now my garden is making it easy to do this. We planted a bit late this time and haven’t had the bumper crops we enjoyed last season. But as our tomatoes and cucumbers, leaves, peppers and herbs ripen and proliferate, we have a small daily harvest; enough to make tasty fresh salads each night, and enough to share with friends.
To be truthful, the harvest would be a teeny bit bigger if all the tomatoes actually made it back to the kitchen, but who can resist that one perfect, sun-ripened, red taste explosion. Or a cucumber eaten, bite by bite, while sitting in the sun. The last one I picked – the juicy centre was really warm; about blood temperature.
Nature has been kind to me, and to my garden. We have been spared the terrible storm that flooded parts of Christchurch this week, battering a city devastated by earthquakes three years ago and struggling to recover.
When I go to pick lunch later, I’ll do so knowing that I’ve been fortunate, and that it won’t always be so.
The thing about eating food – rather than Pollan’s “food-like substances”- is that the connections between earth and plate are clearer, the distances shorter. I eat with an awareness that nature gives, and nature takes away and I will live best if I live within the rhythm of the world, rather than trying to master or change it.