The summer was not as I wanted. Life has it’s beat and some times this beat is different from the beat we want. So, I have many weeks to go to my plot. My trees had fruits and my tomatoes were red, and my melons were big, but without me to harvest them.

Every week I told my myself “ok I will go next week”, but every next week something happened suddenly.

Most of all I wanted to harvest my fig trees, I love figs. I also wanted to save oregano seeds.

Now I don’t know If I find something to harvest. Maybe some figs or some pears. I have no idea. But I will go there in the morning.