There is a somewhat famous passage where, I think, Sylvia Plath talks about seeing herself as a fig tree, green and luscious with ripe figs, that all rot and wither on the vine because she cannot decide which to eat.
I feel this SO deeply… squirrels are the worst worst worst. But if the squirrels are really that bad, you can candy the not-quite ripe green ones in a sugar syrup. It’s even better when you steep the fig leaves in the syrup. They’re not as joyful as properly ripe fig, but they are awfully good in their own way.
I feel this SO deeply… squirrels are the worst worst worst. But if the squirrels are really that bad, you can candy the not-quite ripe green ones in a sugar syrup. It’s even better when you steep the fig leaves in the syrup. They’re not as joyful as properly ripe fig, but they are awfully good in their own way.
How does the dress kill squirrels
tbd