A garden of Eden

The roads where I walk have a special bonus: every year I anticipate the five fig trees along the way, and it's now harvest time. The trees are hanging out into the road, so I assume when I go past at 4:30am that the fruit is for my picking, and I do.

Close enough to the road to be public property.

Still a bit green but laden with fruit.

Happy harvesting, when the time comes, is all I can say.