Our fig tree is standing bare and somewhat lifeless at the moment, which is expected for this time of year.
We originally received a slip taken from one of my Dad’s colleagues trees in Johannesburg which he sent for us with the hopes that it will survive – it did and has grown into a very healthy tree. Thanks John.
We kept the slip in a pot until it got acclimatised and settled to the new environment however never quite got around to planting it.
Anthony, a very close friend of Pete’s unexpectedly passed away a few years back and a while later, his brother Rob was visiting with us and it was decided that the boys would plant the fig tree in remembrance of Anthony. It grew very quickly into a sturdy tree and produces the most wonderfully sweet and juicy fruit.
It has been far too cold to work in my office which is at the back of the house where the sun’s warmth just does not seem to penetrate so I have temporarily moved into the dining room where it is lovely and sunny. I enjoy watching the garden birds feed from the little house Pete made hanging from a branch on Anthony’s fig tree and listening to their tweets and chatters. It’s hard to believe that in a few months it will be hanging heavy with fruit again and I will have to grapple the birds to get to the fruit before they peck though them all. I do love standing in the shade of the tree eating the figs until my belly feels like it is going to pop. What a wonderful summer lunch. 🙂
While Dad was visiting a couple of weeks ago, he bought a pack of imported figs from Israel as a treat for Mom and I – they were yummy but nowhere near as sweet and juicy as ours – it did however leave me willing the time away so I can once again enjoy the fruit from our lovely tree – in the interim, pop over to Rufus’ Food and Spirit Guide and enjoy Greg’s recipe for the only fig tart recipe you will ever need.