Back in 2007, I got a bug up my....never mind...I decided that I was going to try to grow a fig tree. I had absolutely no clue how this is done, but I figured how much different can growing a fig be? I grow houseplants, and basil in pots, so a fig is no different. Did some calling around and found a place called: ZAINO'S GARDEN CENTER" and I took the drive out to see fig trees. I came upon a variety called
"Atreano" and each branch was loaded with green, hard figs, and I bought a nice 5ft. tree, jammed it into the car, and drove back to Throgg's Neck, Bronx, NYC.
I watered, and sat in a lawn chair watching the fig tree. What did I think I was going to see? But I just enjoyed watching the tree. By mid-August, the figs changed from small green, to larger green, then to soft, golden-yellow, then they went into my mouth. Nirvana!
I stepped in it when I chose "Atreano" as my first fig tree. It gave me delicious fruit with very little effort, and continues to share its bounty every year since.
When I step back and look at her beautiful, straight trunk, and lovely shaped branches, and especially those luscious hanging, golden fruits, the old Carla Thomas tune, "Gee Whiz" plays in my head..."She's everything a guy could want"....
Frank