Give a fig?

Whoa. Nine bucks for a tiny basket of figs at the local Thriftway (aka Expensive-way) store.  I'm used to our jaw-dropping grocery prices, but did a double take.  Guess nothing is too good for us coastal elites. Ha.

Better price at Trader Joe, but those figs looked like they had been around since the Garden of Eden. Marji, when your Las Vegas fig tree ripens, I'll be down.

Did you watch the debates? John soldiered his way through, good for him.  I made it until the last half hour, then went outside last night to dead-head roses in the brilliant sunshine.

As you know, Feathers and Flowers avoids political subjects, but I will say, there wasn't anything in the platform to excite the moderate Democrats and independents.  "We will raise your taxes to help other people."  OK, then. I don't hear much that will win states back from Donald Trump.

June flew by as usual.  It looks like the rest of the country is hot, and indeed, the rest of the world. 100 degrees in Paris this week. I can't imagine cranking out baguettes in all those little bakeries.

We're enjoying room temperature weather in the low 70's, with some morning clouds. Northwest summers are lovely.

Have a good weekend.