A Better Life – Ripe Figs

I’m picking ripe figs from my fig tree today. The figs are sweet and delicious. I recall buying this fig tree three years ago for twenty dollars. I water it, prune it, and praise it. I’m sure it hears my heart felt praise. It’s not the lottery, but it’s a ripe fig. I’m savoring every bite. I believe I see another ripe fig. I leave it for the mocking birds.