All the worry of winter-killed, dead trees, or, damages from die back are over...the trees are flush with new growth. The main-crop figs are growing bigger by the minute, and the leaves are emerald green, spotless, and juicy with vigor. The musky perfume of fig leaves wafts through the morning air.
It is at this time of year that I reach the zenith, the high point, of my "fig psychosis". Sometimes, in the cool evenings, after watering my trees, I sit in a lawn chair, and watch the trees, freshly dripping cool water, and I look to see, or, imagine I see, the changes from day to day. That branch just added three more figlets...look, this recently pinched terminal, just sprouted two side branches,...and the trees are growing better this year than last. I'm in my own private world, where I could forget my troubles for a few brief minutes.
Yes, life is good. Martin...may you, may we all...continue to love growing our fig trees for years to come.
Happy growing season everybody.
Frank