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2 giorni fa · In the garden of Eden, the man, as soon as he found out he was lost, he made hisself a religion, a fig-leaf apron, and put it over him. You see why I think Eve was so beautiful? See? See why I think these things, these strains…That’s the strain of man yet tonight.
14 ore fa · Religious Meaning of Trees. Trees provide oxygen to the planet, fruits to eat, and they hold the earth in place, preventing soil erosion. Their roots travel deep underground, sending out roots to birth new trees. Some of them live hundreds or thousands of years and they seem to always regenerate themselves in Spring after dying back in Winter.
4 giorni fa · Although more difficult to achieve, it is possible to get a fiddle leaf fig tree to produce fruit, so long as you can provide it with plenty of direct sunlight and warmth. Crucially, it will require pollination to produce fruit, and the best way to do this is to place it outside if you live in a warm climate.
4 giorni fa · To complement the toasted roundness of the fig leaf, we combine it with a very fresh apricot sorbet, made even fresher by cardamom. They are also excellent individually, but together they create a truly unique mix, an ode to summer in the form of gelato.
5 giorni fa · Did you know that the common fig (Ficus carica) has been celebrated as both a delectable fruit and a medicinal plant for thousands of years? This ancient tree boasts a rich history, and in this article, we'll explore the fascinating medicinal properties hidden within its leaves and fruits.
5 giorni fa · I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.” (Plath, 48)
5 giorni fa · I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
