My parents have a fig tree in front of their house. This is the time of year when the branches start to get heavy with figs, and we pull out the fig recipes or try to give them away to people who love them.
This was my brother Stoney's and my other playhouse when we lived on the farm in Nebraska. We were told to be really careful around the corn because it was being grown for feed and sale. We loved to hear the corn "grow" or pop in the hot summer sun.