As one fruit diminishes another ripens. Therefore, on the farm it is always pickin' time for something.
Currently, it is fig season. A delightful mushy fruit with a very distinct flavor.
As my toddler and I harvested those that were ripe, I lifted him up to get what was out of my reach. With each fig he would say, "balloon" and put it in the bucket.
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