This might be a little too much information for early morning reading but . . I’m just keeping it real here.
When I was a child, my grandparents had a huge fig tree and their friends had a huge mulberry tree. I was never one who saw the value in vegetables but let me climb to the top of either of those trees and eat til my tummy was full, and I was one happy child. If I was in the mulberry tree, my clothes would be stained purple! I would sit in the tree and eat! Nothing was ever washed – just pick it and eat it. I can remember my grandmother saying “You’re going to have a tummy ache if you eat too much of that!” Whether that ever happened, I cannot remember.
What I do know is . . the other night . . it did happen!
I went out to put the chickens up. It was quite cool for this time of year and almost dark. On the way past the fig tree, I grabbed a few that were near the edge. I ate them on my way to the chicken coop. When I got to the coop, the chickens were bickering in the coop and about the time I thought they were all in, one would run out. I decided to go back to the fig tree and pick more figs while waiting for them to settle down. Without a bucket or anything to put them in, I just kept eating what I was picking. At one point, I remembered the wise words of my grandma . . you’re going to have a tummy ache. But, unfortunately for me, I kept eating.
The chickens settled down and all were in the coop so I closed it up and went in. On the way back to the house, I grabbed a few more figs.
It was 3 or 4 hours later when I started to go to bed. Vince was already asleep and about the time I got to bed, I began having a horrible tummy ache . . from the bottom of my tummy all the way to the top of my head it seemed. For a while, I thought maybe I was having a heart attack. I thought of waking Vince to take me to the E.R. I thought of texting my friends to tell them goodbye! Then . . I remembered . . the figs! I googled it and yes, my grandma was right! Eating too many figs can cause a massive tummy ache!
After an hour or so, it got better and I went to bed. My last thoughts for the night were this: Old Speck is taking heart medication while I’m the one having a heart attack! But, I wasn’t!
In the morning I was telling Vince about it. Do you think he was concerned. His response: “That’s what you get for not bringing me any figs!” 🙂
That little incident happened on Sunday evening. Ever since then, when I walk past that fig tree, my tummy rumbles. I surely hope I’ll be able to eat them again . . in moderation . . but right now, I have no desire for a fig!