Suzi...
I will be eating my delicious, unknown, "Red Italian" figs within the next days. They just have to hang another day, maybe two. "Atreano Gold" will follow shortly.
There was a time when I would pull my 25 gallon containerized trees out of my storage shed, lift the trees onto a dolly, roll them up a very steeply inclined, 50ft driveway, around the front of my house, up three brick steps, lift them into my front hallway, roll them through my living room, through the kitchen, through sliding glass doors, and place them onto my back deck to live in the warm, sunny weather. Then this process would be reversed each year, when cool weather arrived in the good, old Bronx, NYC. Only a few neighbors still talk to me because they think I'm mentally ill. They are right. After almost getting double-hernias, I stopped this idiotic shuffle routine, and now, my trees live only a few feet away from my shed.
The shuffle is for young men, and flat, level driveways. But, if I want figs, I gotta do what I gotta do. If I grow a set, maybe I will leave the trees outside, over the Winter, and see what happens. That's playing Russian Roulette though, and eventually, I will lose. It just takes one bad Winter.
Be careful with the chainsaw. They can bite!
Frank