The boys and I traveled north to Lake Providence to pick figs so Granny could make us some more fig preserves
Wilson started off strong.
Both boys were meticulous in choosing just the right figs.
Perhaps Wilson was too picky. This was all he managed to pick and then he was done. Looking at his face, I guess he was ashamed.
Davis was a bit more productive. Nonetheless we picked enough for 8 jars. I hope it lasts until next summer. Thank you Granny!
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