Priceless fruits

JENNY FROM CHINA BLOGGED IN AUGUST

Early in this morning I met a neighbor who lives on ground floor. She sent me some figs. They were ripe naturally and tasted soft and a little sweet. I had not eaten fresh figs until I moved to this neighborhood 2 years ago. In our city in marker there are only dried rips imported from Thailand.

Our community is really small. It has 3 buildings which is 6-floor high including ground floor. It is in a middle school's campus. Since my child entered this school, I have rent a flat here. It is a quiet and safe place. It is far from main streets and takes 10~15 minutes to the nearest bus station. It is so convenient to live that you can buy vegetables even in 8 o'clock on the streets.

People love gardening here, although the land is limited. They water planes in the morning, pull out grass, sweep the felled overripe fruits. In autumn they shear the trees. The fig tree is 16 years old. Its owner found it on the way home. A person abandoned it on the side of the road. It was small but had roots. So she picked it up on her bike and raised it near her window. She takes care of it carefully and shares the fruit with all the people passing by every year. There are also a peach tree, a persimmon tree, a walnut tree, a Sichuan pepper ( Zanthoxylum )tree, 2 megranate trees and some herbage plants such as red peppers , pumpkins, and some flowers. You can see some in my photos.

When my daughter finishes her school, we may leave here. So I write this blog to keep the sweet memory.

Hi Lewis,

Thank you very very much. I read your second blog during the day but I could not respond at that time. At night my child was playing on our compute. So I had to sleep first and then get up to blog. (I am exhausted now ) I have just read your third blog. It is so impressed.

Thank you for putting your feet into my shoes!
I appreciate you more than I can say!
Goodbye!
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Early in this morning I met a neighbor who lives on the ground floor. She sent me some figs. They were ripe naturally and tasted soft and a little sweet. I had not eaten fresh figs until I moved to this neighborhood 2 years ago. In our local marker there are only dried rips imported from Thailand.

Our community is really small. It is in a middle school's campus. I live in a 6-storey apartment block. There are only 3 such apartment blocks. Our flat is on the fifth floor. Since my child entered this school, I have been renting a flat in this building. It is a quiet and safe place. It is far from main streets and takes 10~15 minutes to the nearest bus station. It is so convenient to live that you can buy vegetables even at 8 o'clock in the evening on the streets.

People love gardening here, although the land is limited. They water the plants in the morning, pull out weeds, sweep the felled overripe fruits. In autumn they trim the bushes. The fig tree is 16 years old. Its owner found it on the way home. A person abandoned it on the side of the road. It was small but had roots. So she picked it up on her bike and raised it near her window. She takes care of it carefully and shares the fruit with all the people passing by every year. There are also a peach tree, a persimmon tree, a walnut tree, a Sichuan pepper ( Zanthoxylum )tree, 2 megranate trees and some herbage plants such as red peppers , pumpkins, and some flowers. You can see some in my photos.

When my daughter finishes her school, we may leave here. So I write this blog to keep the sweet memory.
Jenny

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