Le figuier a des feuilles

 J'ai blogué au début du mois sur le figuier dont les branches couvent la petite allée que j'aime bien. La photo était récente et les branches du figuier étaient encore nues. J'y suis retourné il y a quelques jours et ça a bien changé: voyez vous-même sur cette photo. C'est un signe parmi d'autres que le printemps est bien avancé. Dans quelques semaines, les feuilles devraient être gigantesques. Et je n'ai pas encore vu de figues.

Le figuier

Dans la ville où je vis,il y a une allée d'où l'on peut voir un figuier. Il est dans le jardin d'une demeure adjacente, mais ses branches dépassent le mur et font une sorte de toit sur le trottoir. J'ai souvent blogué sur le sujet: c'est mon coin préféré en ville et j'essaie de marcher par le figuier chaque fois que je descends pour faire des courses. Je suis passé par là il y a quelques semaines, j'ai pris cette photo, quand les branches étaient encore nues. Je vais essayer de voir de quoi il a l'air au cours de cette semaine.

"Viking aux fruits"

Photo trouvée sur la page Facebook de Première Moisson. Je suis en retard dans les nouvelles, mais je voulais le dire: la boulangerie a un nouveau pain disponible, le Viking aux fruits. Comme un pain au raisin, mais avec des sultanas, des canneberges, des figues et des abricots secs. Je sais pas pourquoi c'est viking, mais je veux essayer.

The fig tree

I went to the town centre yesterday, for a quick top up. For the first time in months, I walked in the narrow alleyway that has branches of a fig tree from a nearby garden covering it as if was a roof of greenery. I blogged about it before a number of times. It is maybe my favourite spot in this town. I am not entirely certain why, although it probably has a lot to do with the fig tree. When I walk there, I feel as if I'm in Italy for a moment, which I guess is enough to make it my favourite bit of street in this town. So anyway, I quickly took this snapshot for the blog. It's not exactly a perfect shot, but quite I like the display of green leaves and daylights.

The fig tree in the alleyway

I took this picture of the fig tree two weeks or so ago. I blogged a few times about this alleyway and its fig tree, which is from a private garden next to it, but which branches are so long that they cover the side walk completely, as if it was a natural roof of branches and leaves. I simply love it, I love the shade under it. It is maybe my favourite spot in town. during my one single time in Italy, I used to go figs picking (you can read about it here). From what I remember, every single Italian family has its own fig tree. So this tree reminds me of then, it is like a small piece of Italy planted in England.

Le figuier

J'ai déjà blogué à quelques reprises sur ce figuier. Il se trouve dans un jardin bordant l'un de mes coins préféré de la petite ville où j'habite, dans une rue étroite sur le chemin que je prends pour aller à la bibliothèque. Je n'y vais plus assez souvent d'ailleurs, ce qui fait que je ne vois plus le figuier. En fait, ce que je vois de lui, ce sont ses branches, qui passent au dessus du mur pour s'étendre sur la rue comme un toit naturel. Il est pas beau rien qu'un peu. Il y a quelques jours, j'ai décidé que je passerais par là sur le chemin du retour, rien que pour voir comment il était. Personne n'a décidé de lui couper les branches qui sont dans l'espace public, je respire. Je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais je le trouve magnifique.

The figs are still green

I took this picture almost a week ago in the little alley which is one of of favorite spots in this town. The alley is rather narrow and there is a fig tree from a nearby garden which branches spread all over the side walk. I simply love it. Anyway, after I took the picture I uploaded it on Facebook with this comment: "The figs are still green because we are not in Italy". I thought it was almost wise of me to make this remark, which can be considered a great unknown line. It sumps up the difference between England and Italy: you don't harvest the same fruits, neither do they turn ripe at the same time. In fact, I wonder if these figs will ever get ripe. They are rather incongruous in an English garden. In Italy, they make perfect sense, they belong there. Figs would already be ripe, as I mentioned here (yes, the post is very similar to this one). So every time I see these green figs, I think of Italy.

An alley

I thought about writing this post during my last evening walk. This is a (bad) picture of one of my favourite spots in this town. It is officially a road, but truly it is only an alley. Short and narrow. This is the alley I take every time I go to the local library. I once mentioned it here. Why do I love it so much? I think the wall and its narrowness gives it a certain secluded aspect. It almost looks like an outdoor's secret passage, or a forgotten pathway. Except it has pavement. All the same, you really feel like you are in on a secret, walking there. And there is the fig tree coming from the private garden on the other side of the wall. With the crooked branches that look almost like ghostly limbs. It is pretty with a touch of mystery.

The figs are green

I know I used a similar title not long ago. What you can see at your right is, well, figs. I may be wrong, but I think they are figs. Green, raw, unripe figs. I took the picture in a small and narrow street, barely more than an alley, in the way to the library. This alley is maybe my favorite spot in this town, I might blog about it one day and explain why. There is a fig tree in one of the nearby gardens and the branches are so big they cover the walking pavement so you walk for one meter under a green, natural roof. It looks and feels lovely.

But anyway, as you can see, the figs are still green, which is a sign saying we are not quite in autumn yet. Although of course harvest time changes from fruit to fruit. During my trip in Italy, the figs were ripe from late August and early September. They were part of many of my breakfasts there. Every time I walk pass the fig tree, I think of Italian breakfasts.