This tree does not bear olives.

It bears figs. And many, many figs at that.
I'm pretty sure this is what summer is supposed to look like.
Ryan and I picked handfuls of figs from the neighbor's.
The figs were as sweet as peaches. Biting into one fresh off the branch was other-worldly. Some Shiner Bocks rounded out the afternoon.

Fin loves the taste of beer (who knew?). She belly-crawled over to an empty bottle and nursed on the few remaining drops, despite the fact that they were no longer ice-cold.
Yep, that was a perfect summer afternoon. Texas figs, Texas beer, and the gawddang Texas heat. Perfect.