"I SING THE FIG"

 

Shaw Island fresh fig chutney
 hidden in jars for winter.
Kindness from on-island gardening friends,
harvested from their bounty of 2022.
Margaret Cameron pelican sculpted in 
her Shaw Island studio, 
peering in the door. 
Thank you, R.
Nasturtium seed carried forward,
a treasure from 
late friend Mary Lou Clark.
A warm autumn trio. 

"Now sing of the fig, Simiane,

Because its loves are hidden.

I sing of the fig, said she,

Whose beautiful loves are hidden,

Its flowering is folded away

Closed room where marriages are made:

No perfume tells the tale outside."

Andre Gide