Last week I met a nice couple at my nephew's house in Healdsburg, 20 minutes from my place. They run a day care center. Anyway, the topic of figs came up (as you knew it would), and the woman mentioned how much the kids love the figs she picks all summer from a tree around the corner from her house. Black, sweet, juicy figs. She wished she had that tree at her house. I told her to talk with the owners of the tree, to see if we could get cuttings. She did, and the owners said take whatever we wanted. So, I loaded my shears, shovel, pots and soil into my truck, and off we went. The tree is by the side of the road, overgrown and neglected. I dug up several suckers and potted them up, wishing the figs were ripe, so that I could taste. I'm guessing it's a Mission, but I'm not sure. Looking 50 yards away, I see another good sized tree. I ask about it, and she says it's a white fig, and tastes awful. So we head back to her house, but wait... there's another one, and the owner is outside. We stop(you knew we would) and he says it's a tree his Italian grandfather planted 50-60 years ago. The figs are black and incredible he says. So, we got some small suckers potted up, including one for him, and started to leave. Don't you know, I spotted another fig tree in his next door neighbors yard, and it has really beautiful leaves with long fingers. The owners weren't home, so I'll be going back in the summer to visit them. I'm posting pictures of the trees, I hope you enjoy seeing them.