I love figs. Fresh figs, just picked, are out of this world.
Soft, sweet and indescribably delicious!
Sprinkled with sugar and crisped with a blowtorch and they are pure heaven!
So
it goes without saying that I would grow my own. Anyone who knows me
knows that when I hook onto something I really love I learn how to make
it, or in this case grow it, for myself. This behavior led me to
Roslindale, Massachusetts last April to the
Fig Tree shop.
That
was about six weeks ago. A couple of hard frosts and heat waves later I
decided to check my trees for progress. They have held up quite well. I
was lucky enough to have figs already formed on my trees. However, the
shock of the transplant caused this first set of fruit to drop. Sad but
completely normal.
Yesterday I noticed that my trees were already making new fruits! Here is what it looks like when the baby figs appear.
