Extemporaneous musings, occasionally poetic, about life in its richly varied dimensions, especially as relates to history, theology, law, literature, science, by one who is an attorney, ordained minister, historian, writer, and African American.
Wednesday, July 19, 2017
FIG TREE MEMORIES
My mind just flashed back, while eating my apple, to fresh figs that we picked off a fig tree-bush, in front of "Mother's" house in Canton, Mississippi, that I relished as a child decades ago. Funny how this can invoke that as we go and grow along.
