I’ve been growing a fig tree in a large pot for six years. Every autumn, I lug the pot down to the garage where it spends the winter, and for weeks every spring, I move it out onto the driveway for the day and haul it back into the garage at night. When mid-May finally arrives and the danger of frost passes, I use a dolly to move it back onto the patio. Admittedly, it’s a gigantic pain in the ass, especially since for those six years the tree has been completely barren. I’ve never tasted a single fruit. None. Zero.
And yet I’m more dedicated to that tree than I’ve ever been to any other plant in my entire life – including the plants that came from my grandmother’s house after she died.
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I don’t know why I’ve tortured myself with the promise of figs for six long years only to end up disappointed. I’ve done everything “by the book” and still… no figs.
Yep. That’s right. I can hardly believe it, but right now there are two small figs on the tree. They’re only as big as my thumbnail, but they exist! I feel far prouder than I probably should, considering it’s taken so long, but I can’t help but be excited about my patience and dedication finally paying off. Now if I can just keep the squirrels away from them for the next couple of months…
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