Memories of a fig

 Figs with gorgonzola cheese. This picture does not  even look appealing, but this was my first experience eating fresh figs 11 years ago at a restaurant in Allen, Texas. After that day, it was etched in my psyche that I have to have a fig tree. I didn't how or where because at that time I was living in an apartment. But I know one day I will plant a fig tree. A year later, I met the man who is now my husband who owns this land where I now have 7 mature producing fig trees. Is it that important that I should talk about it? It is to me. Or I won't have anything significant to talk about today.