Dalton refers to our sweet little neighbor as "MY Mr. Brown!" Both of the girls love to go over and HOLLER at him ( you have to holler at him or he can't hear you) everytime they see him out in his garden or when he is messing with his chickens. He is so sweet to us... Look what he let the girls pick the other day!
The taste of figs brings back so many childhood memories of my grandaddy! They had a really big fig tree right outside of their back door and I spent lots of time there sneaking them and eating them... LOL Yes, they really new all along that we were eating them and they sure did not mind... There were millions on that tree!