A Wounded Fig

A freshly plucked fig.

Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.... Accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.... ~ Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet, 1923

Every time a fig is picked, it bleeds this white sticky fluid. The fluid is almost bitter, unlike the sweet soft meat inside. Before one can enjoy the figs flavor, the bitter skin must be peeled away. It's time consuming, the fluid makes my skin itch, but in the end...it's worth it.

Submission for Photo Tuesday topic "wound". (end of post)