So, I swore no more cuttings would be grown this year. I had determined that I had enough trees. I was lucky enough to have great varieties, sourced from a myriad of friends. My grove was maxed out.
Then, I gave in a bit and started a few more - varieties which I had yet to taste. (That's how I hear they snare the new drug addicts, just a taste.) Surely, just a few more pots would not be excessive. We have more land now. It's fine, right?
Now, my figs are leafing out, and I stuck some trees into the ground, freeing up nice containers that now need to be filled. I received intriguing UNK cuttings from a friend, which I am starting. And I have more hard-to-acquire cuttings coming to me from another friend. No stopping now. The cycle continues.
I concede that I have totally caved on my previous vow. The line in the sand has been trampled upon. In retrospect, I guess I could have a more destructive vice than fruit. So be it.