Spring….. It.Is.Not.Yet.Spring.
Obviously someone things it is, spring that is.
Figgy sprouted this week and he (she? does it matter with figs?) is sending out a ton of embryonic figs. So cute.
Such a pain.
Each year I leave the poor fig out in the cold longer and longer, right up until the first really killing frost (for this fig that is somewhere below 20 degrees) in the hopes that he will stay dormant until some reasonable time in the spring.
Most years Figgy thinks that spring starts sometime around Valentines day.
But now I have to get him out of the back of my garage and someplace warm and sunny, which means a trip outdoors.
Tomorrow is supposed to be the warmest day of the week which means I will be out in the rain tramping around the semi-frozen slushy ground wrestling with a giant potted fig. I suspect the fig will get the best of that deal as it will have to be well wrapped up in blankets so it can stay warm and toasty and not drop those precious little fruits.