You can stand around complaining that the squirrels got every single peach, that the rats got every grape, that there’s not enough time to weed, that the garden looks like crap. Then bam, figs happen. Lots of figs. So many figs that you start having to think about fig jams, fig compotes and figs with cheese and honey. But you’re also lazy so most of the figs get eaten somewhere between the tree and the front door. You promise figs to friends and neighbors but somehow that never happens.
If you’re the score keeping type let it be known that we’re talking about a Mission fig tree we planted around 2009 in our front yard.
How’s your garden doing this summer? Where do you live and what are you growing?