Sometimes when you go to the store to get windshield washer fluid, you wind up coming home with a fig tree. I don't know how it happens but I think I saw something about this mysterious phenomenon on 60 Minutes. Something to do with spring and the polarity of the shopping cart making the plant just jump right in there.
As I said last week the temps are on the rise... ...around 35C all weekend and until Wednesday this week. We also have the best chance for rain this week, that we have had for 8 weeks now. Fingers crossed.
Doc has had enough of the birds (includingthe pretty Ring Necked Parrots) stealing his fruit so one night we spent wrapping fruit trees up in net curtains. Only to have the wind pick up over the following few days and blow all the curtains off! They are being replaced now and more securely attached.
The fresh fig season never happens when I want it to. Of course, that is because I would prefer for it to happen all year round, even though I know that goes against my entire philosophy of seasonal eating.
Fresh figs rule. If your only figgy experience has been of the Newton variety, I remain sad for you. This is why I don’t even blink at paying $4.99 for a teeny box of fat, fresh figs at my local Co-op. I buy them happily, take them home and devour them, either straight up or tossed with a little bit of blue cheese.
I must confess straight away that I didn't actually grow these giant figs. I have been keeping an eye on these fig trees for a number of years now, they are in a public place near where I live and they are tended every now and then by the council. What I can never figure out, is that nobody apart from me ever picks them. I must assume that the majority of the British (Hillingdon) public do not recognize them for what they are.