fig sans newton.

I love simple discoveries- the easy-to-pass over elements of my daily spaces.

This morning I was led to a large fig tree on the edge of the DCF courtyard- by a stranger no less (I use the term stranger to refer to the fact that I met him literally two seconds before he walked me to the tree, and I didn't know his name until the walk back).

I had two friends in Prague who constantly ate figs, and I was always weary to try one for myself. But when the stranger told me that he had just found our very own fig tree growing outside DCF, I was enticed to try one.

Ripe and delicious. I'm sad I stayed away for so long.

oh, and a fun fact taken from the caption of the picture on the left: the fig fruit is actually an inverted flower. weird.

(fig tree photo is not of the actual tree)