Late in August the fig bushes that Phill gathered from his grandparents' farm begin to ripen. If there is sufficient rain, the figs ripen early. If, as it has been lately, the weather is dry, we must wait longer for these orbs of goodness.
The one problem is our children. My two oldest children eat all the early figs before Phill gets home. I tried to keep some safe for him, but the kids found them. At some point, we will have so many figs that we will make a side dish for dinner of them. I hope Phill can wait.