Sitty’s Garden

My mother has the greenest of green thumbs. I, however, have black thumbs. In fact I think I’m so bad with plants you’d think I had no thumbs. It’s not that I want to be horticulturally handicapped, I just didn’t inherit any green genes from Mama. Oh well.
Here’s what she brought in this morning.

Sweet, divine, glorious figs. A huge basketful of them. I could eat these all days. In fact I have been. The Prophet Mohammad (peace be upon him) once said: “If I were to tell you of a fruit that has been sent from paradise, it would be the fig.” I used to hate teen {Arabic for fig} when I was younger. It made my tongue hurt so bad. I recently found out that unripe figs cause that.

I decided to go out and take more pictures.

She grows cats too.