June bugs on a string, tumble bugs tumbling

Remembering the days of playing with June Bugs tied on a string makes me know for sure we Smiths were born with gaps.

So, at the ending days of July the figs were ripening full tilt. Mama was making fig preserves full tilt.

We were eating figs full tilt like the season would end before sundown.

The milk from fig leaves caused us to break out in a rash of hurt.

Our tongues got raw from eating.

Blisters on arms and legs and around the mouth caused from milk of unripe figs was reason to hang around the water well to wash off some fig rash hurt.

Our old fig tree was the most wonderful place to pla...