Vernal Equinox: Garden & Fig

What we left behind:
British Garden, Just Before the Bloom
Cultivated by Gerry's Parents


















"For, lo, the winter is past,
the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of the singing of birds is come,
and the voice of the turtle dove is heard in our land;
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs,
and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

--from the Song of Songs, 2: 11 - 13

What we found upon our return:
Indiana Indoor Fig
Coaxed by Gerry