March 16, 2012

This fig came to me essentially as a rescue plant.  It was originally a cutting from Mary’s father’s fig – but had fallen over in its pot, had all its roots exposed, dried out completely so that the soil had shrunk away from the pot and generally been neglected.  But it wasn’t dead – and I figure I’ve got a hardy plant on my hands!

I repotted it to a larger pot with new mix, staked it upright and it’s been getting regular waterings.  I’ve only had it for a few weeks and already it has plenty of fresh growth.  Now all it needs to do is repay the kindness with a bountiful crop of tasty figs and I think we’ll be even.