Wonderful news! My fig tree, just five years or so old, is in harvest, offering several dozen very tasty figs, full of goodness and not very many calories and all for free.
|A fig leaf challenge ... Beautiful and large fig leaves were all our early ancestors needed to hide their mutal admiration ... only something happened, it seems. Brilliant painter Masaccio hid what we aren't supposed to see, only Wikipedia reports that when the painting was cleaned in the 1980s, his fresco of The Expulsion (1426–1427) lost the added fig leaves. Many thanks to Wikipedia for the shot|
And it's not just that the fruit is especially delicious, but it's favourite because of its historical connection, and a magic quality.
This tree's family, like another favourite of mine, the weeping willow, has been around for a very long time.
It's something Noah among others has been especially grateful for.
And the good old fig seems to be the tree that gets most mentioned in history.
There it was disguising the satiated pleasure of our lusty forebears, Adam and Eve, who borrowed its gorgeous leaves to hide their, well, enthusiastic differences.
The garden where my magic fruit grows is communal and shared by twenty residences containing a few more than 20 trustworthy residents, most of whom congratulate me on such a magnificent tree.
|The magic tree ... My splendid young fig tree which soon, just about the moment we're not looking, will cause its fruit to vanish into thin air and not be seen in this garden again.|
Over a number of nights, the ripe figs are swallowed into the night air. At first, I assumed large birds with a taste for figs must help themselves.
However, a watch at dusk and at dawn has never revealed a bird big enough to snatch even half of one.
Eventually, the realisation became obvious.
No wonder our forebears admired the fruit, which begins developing its figs three seasons before they become wonderfully edible.
Throughout the winter, come snow, frost, or downpours that forget to stop, the fruit is there on the tree.
Not only do the trees look good dressing themselves with the most beautiful foliage and fruit, but they have qualities that a superman would envy.
Up, up and away
When the fruit mutters its version of up, up and away, the ancient plant has the ability for its fruit to vanish, disappear. It must be part of its astonishing breeding cycle.
I presume the figs do it for a positive reason and like good fairies, fly to other gardens in the south and start new families, just like Adam and Eve's haven't stopped doing for, well, rather a long time.
Wikipedia: All about the fig