#Fig Farms

[themaxbeard]

Blue Face

Face Off OG x Animal Mintz

Indica dominant hybrid.

Aeriz and Fig Farms seem to have teamed up for this potent puppy.

When I smoked it I was overcome by the sweet and smooth smoke. A kind of sweet berry flavor that gives way to that earthy pine forest floor. There was a crack of sharp bitter or astringent quality on the back end as well, like strong ginger.

The high set in very quickly for me, and was uplifting and euphoric, while still being very clear-headed. I tend to prefer Indica strains because I find that Sativas tend to make me feel stupid, but I love when an Indica gives me a lift. I felt chatty and social. As it continued to settle in and peak, I started to mellow out and relax, but that uplifted euphoria still hung around, which resulted in me settling into bed with my Switch and playing games until it was sleepy time. It was an absolutely wonderful time.

I think the only downside is that as it started to wear off, I had a slight headache but that could have come from anything, not necessarily the cannabis.

All in all a high quality strain, this lady was on special when I bought it but it was retailing for around $45, and in my opinion is worth every penny.

Happy smoking!

[wolfziedraws]

I wanda see you dead (sketch dump)

[the-oc-king]

So, the last time I was this excited about SV, everyone was posting about their farmers and I tried drawing my guy Fig to share - but I was a little fool who wasn't very good at art at the time. So now that I'm better at it and playing the game again, I figured it's time to give him some better art

Sorry to everyone in town who wanted to shoot their shot with the new farmer, he's too busy hanging out with the monster in the sewers

[hauntedjohnny]

farmboy leland this. cowboy leland that. what about cowboy farmer SONNY !!!!!!

[weaselle]

lost in the sauce of learning the full story of the fig wasp

will almost certainly post what i'm now learning here once i recover from learning it

this fucking planet is so godsdamn weird

[frodo-with-glasses]

Quote from “The Black Gate Is Closed”, page 640.

[amsanpedro]

First, we farm! Off season harvest. Few and petite figs during this time but the same gentle sweetness. Collecting a bunch for a few days to come up with a batch. . . . #farm #figs #offseason #harvest #farming #selfie (at Lipa, Batangas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoeLoNlvSQPhA4Kp5pBvhtmXNTOg-mcmeaY8r00/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[fieryvoid-scout]

My fruits are cooking

[whatismonodoing]

Mono does some #reading at the #farm. #farmhousestyle #occitanie #france #charcuterie #figs #chandelier #persianrug #antiques #mouse #zoom #drawing #illustration #procreate https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj_DhS8NytA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[homesteadalbania]

Homestead Albania - Fig Jam Session #shorts

[homelandsresearchuk]

TURKISH FARM GROWN FIGS

The benefits of Our Turkish farm grown figs are endless Figs are the fruit of the ficus tree, which is part of the mulberry family (Moraceae). They have a unique, sweet taste, soft and chewy texture, and are filled with slightly crunchy, edible seeds. Fresh figs are delicate and perishable, so are often dried to preserve them. This produces a sweet and nutritious dried fruit that can be enjoyed…

[happyharvestfarms]

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[thebarefootcajun]

The Figaros, Agité and a Streetcar Named Desire

Gaston Figaro of Cajun Italian descent had dwelled on the South Louisiana Prairie for 89

years with his lovely wife Lorena Figaro. They had 9 children all of whom had settled on the prairie, too. All boys. The Figaros farmed figs. The year was 1953, and those figs went far and wide, local and foreign. Their fig product was the big purple figs. Fleshy, sweet figs, two characteristics of the Figaro Figs.

Gaston at 89 was in those fig orchards every day along with his 9 sons. Lorena stayed home and managed the house, rarely could you find a male Figaro in the house from sunup to sundown. The male Figaros lived in the fields. Each day at noon, Lorena brought Cajun Italian fusion as sustenance for the men. A favorite high carb, high protein dish of the Figaros was her Cajun Italian spaghetti. A homemade tomato sauce made from her heirloom tomatoes she had crafted herself in her huge acre garden. Adding her homemade pasta into the mix with some tasso (smoked meat) and sausage. Lorena added basil, oregano and thyme from her herb garden, a section she had carefully crafted out herself right next to a window in her house so when when breezes blew she could smell herbs as they wafted through the South Louisiana air. With the smoked meats, there was a Cajun flair.

It seemed that the men chatted with the plants told them of their commitment and love. These men were caring, nurturing souls committed to their figs and sustainable farming.

Now if you know anything about farming, you know that the weather is not always a friend. And South Louisiana is infamous for its hurricanes and St. Medard, pronounced Sam - e - da in Cajun French, a time when it rains for 40 days and 40 nights. Both of these could totally wipe out crops.

This author remembers when just a bad storm came through with high winds and damaging hail, whole fields of crops were demolished and that year the farmer became practically destitute, saved only by family and friends/ neighbors who shared what they had to see him through until the next year. That is how it is on the prairie, even today.

Now back to the Figaros. Their grid of figs was arranged in nines. Each of the sons had his own grid of nines, depending on the age of the sons, they had more groups of nines. Gaston said this was the way it had been done for years by his ancestors before him. It seemed to work, the more accomplished fig growers had the most nines.

The nine boys weren’t at all competitive. This was a loving family farm, and the boys worked as a collaborative never questioning their father. He knew best, they all agreed, and pretty much they were right. Gaston hadn’t held them prisoner to the farm. It was their choice to stay and work on the fig farm or go out into the world on their own with his blessings and try to find what made them happy.

One day the youngest son, just turned 19, decided that he needed to leave and sort out his own life. Gaston, Lorena, and the other boys supported the youngest whose name was Agité, pronounced ah - gee, tay. That boy was restless in the womb, Lorena had said. He kicked the whole nine months and then some that she carried him. Agité was in the womb, it seemed like for ten months, at least that’s how it seemed to Lorena.

Agité left to make his mark on the world and to satisfy his own ambitions. You know the old saying, “The grass is greener on the other side.”

Agité took a Greyhound bus to New Orleans. He had heard about the city and its wild side. That’s what most people focus on about New Orleans, N’awlins, as the locals might say. Agité just had to see something different. Fig trees and the prairie just weren’t cutting it for this young man who wanted to experience more of the world, and maybe just be a little bit worldly himself.

He got a room right on Canal Street and he was in awe at the size of the street. The widest street he had ever seen. And he was so excited with the Streetcar, he’d not heard about a car that would run on electricity. Agité was overstimulated by all that he saw and heard right there on Canal Street. He rode the street car all the way to the end of the line and then rode it back again.

While on that ride of his life, Agité decided that he would apply for a job as a street car driver. While riding that first day on the car he mentioned to the driver that this is the job he wanted. The driver said that they were hiring and he pointed Agité to the right address to do that. The man told him that day that he could begin riding and training the next day.

After 9 months of training Agité was ready to solo. He was a natural born street car driver. Safety was paramount for Agité and so were his customers. He was a careful, timely driver.

After 9 months of driving Agité returned home for a brief visit. The family loved his stories and the new life he was building there. They were proud of him. However they noticed that there was a bit of sadness in his step. They didn’t address it for fear he would feel embarrassed.

The next day the men decided that they would go to the fig orchards later, but before they would have a big breakfast with Agité. As they ate breakfast, he announced that after wrestling all night with his decision, he wanted to come home and work again in the family business. Lenora cried, Gaston cried and all of the brothers wept. They wrapped their arms around Agité and loved on him.

They all agreed that seeking your life’s desire is good, but so is coming home to family and realizing that’s where your heart is.

An original Barefoot 🦶 Cajun story

[valkyriethemes]

Los Angeles Dining Room Great Room

[farmerstrend]

A Guide On Fig Fruit Cultivation In Kenya & Where To Buy Fig Seedlings

A Guide On Fig Fruit Cultivation In Kenya & Where To Buy Fig Seedlings

Figs are fun and fairly easy to grow, but there are a few important things to learn about fig tree care. When good drainage is provided figs can grow in a wide range of soil, but they need a site free of root-knot nematodes. For good fruit crops, and vigorous growth, plant in full sunlight. Cold injury will be further reduced if the fig does not receive direct sunlight early in the morning or…

[femvaylin]

Seriously though, is there anything more Roman emperor-core than fresh figs? FIGS.