And then we had an unseasonably hot week with more of the same predicted.
Today, with zero expectation of seeing anything different, on a whim I went to go take a good look.
Blink. Eight figs. Eight actual figs. In October. On what was a whip in March with badly-strangling roots that I had to cut apart so I could plant the thing, with the tree kind of sitting there for a month or two while they recovered and took the measure of their new environment.