I found arguments about whether or not they were really only a seedling of Mission figs that came out bigger, but no answer.
I’ve been taking photos of that tree these past two weeks as the leaves have been coming out just because I love how they look, but I never saw any sign of fruit. Nor all winter. Nothing. And yet there are two of these today! Figs in April! The leaves haven’t even finished growing to full size yet!
This past winter felt long and chilly and yet it was the first one in memory where it never went down into the twenties. That might account for it.
I know brebas are supposed to have much less flavor and sweetness than the crop the tree puts the whole summer’s heat into.
But who cares when August is so far off. A roasted fig stuffed with cheese, maybe a little honey drizzled on at the last if it’s not naturally sweet… Okay, so, put something else in the oven with them to justify the time in there. Blueberry cake or something.
They’re so big already. I put some clippings from my husband’s last haircut around them to try to fend off the rodentry. Not right up against the fruit itself because I figure chances are good that any birds still nest-building are going to be thrilled to find those locks, but, in the vicinity.
Meantime, halfway around the house, the juncos are waiting for the Morello cherry leaves to hurry up so they can hide the nest they want to build.
It’s blooming slowly from the ground up.
Oh, and in case you needed it: Mick Jagger gave the pandemic lockdown a piece of his mind yesterday.
