Friday afternoon we headed across to the Wadi where in Spring we had enjoyed a walk in the greenery. The trees which had been beautiful with blossoms were this time laden with fruit. Pomegranates, green figs, black figs and grapes were all ripe and ready for the picking. To me there is nothing quite like picking and eating fresh fruit straight from the tree. Fruit which is warmed by the sun, bursting with flavour, just begging to be picked and popped in the mouth, the juices oozing and running down your chin and fingers. The treat of the day for me was the black figs. No bigger than the size of the top part of your thumb they were some of the most delicious little morsels that I had ever eaten. Being so small their sugars were incredibly concentrated and then being warm with the sun they were almost caramelised in flavour and their texture like jam. Alia’s favourite was the pomegranates. She watched patiently as Daddy broke open the skins to reveal the hundreds of glistening pink jewels inside. Then once they were opened she shoved the segments into her mouth, cheeks bulging as she gorged on them. It was wonderful to see that even though most of the vegetation was various shades of brown that there were still signs of colour. This yellow daisy enjoying the warmth of the summer sun. And this unusual weed with it’s purple hued emerging foliage. We walked though the Wadi from fruit tree to fruit tree, enjoying our time outside and the finest produce that nature produces. Alia and her cousin Ahmed. The day was finished off with a beautiful sunset as we headed home.