My fig tree is dead, an event ripe with metaphorical significance of biblical proportions. And in last week's blog post I posed the question: what does it mean?
Thanks for the suggestions -- they were all wonderful. Here are the main themes:
Sometimes loss can be the beginning of something new and wonderful. This from my friend Liz, and it is lovely -- you can read her whole message in the comments at the end of the last blog post. Let me just say that I am giving serious consideration to bees and chickens (but am likely to settle for peas and squash).
I apparently do not have enough puns in my life. Suggestions for enriching my personal humor stash: that I think FIGuratively, that I FIGure something out, and that perhaps the whole event was a FIGment of my imagination. Thanks, guys. I'm on it.
The fig is dead: whatever will I wear? Surely you are aware of World Naked Gardening Day: http://wngd.org/ True, I missed it this year (it was the first Saturday in May, which was rather chilly in Boston). But the weather is plenty warm now. I will save the shopping spree for the fall.
And finally, let me add one note of my own:
Embrace the empty spaces. Turns out that the spot formerly occupied by the fig tree is exactly the right size for nothing:
As it happens, I don't mind the gap at all.