How much better can things get around here? I love figs . . seriously love figs. I could sit and eat them right off the tree til I . . well, I guess til I couldn’t eat any more. I love fig preserves. I love fig cake. I do not like Fig Newtons. My grandparents had a couple of huge fig trees. One is no longer there but one is still there and still produces but my parents aren’t up at the old home place enough to take good care of it and the birds end up getting most of the figs. In Kentucky I begged for a fig tree and found one online that said it would survive our winters but it did not. In Missouri, I didn’t even try because our winters were worse than in Kentucky.
Over the weekend, we were at Tractor Supply and they only had a few fruit trees out but I walked over to look at them. Vince keeps telling me we’re not planting fruit trees this spring . . getting the garden going and cows or goats or whatever we’re going to do will be more than enough to tackle this spring. I told him that if there was a fig tree, I was getting it. Sure, enough . . they had fig trees and we got it!
Til Vince can get it planted and protection up so the deer don’t eat it, I leave it out during the day and put it in the well house at night. Just looking at the fig on that picture and knowing we’ll some day have figs, makes me so happy!