No, not the opera - but my fig "tree". My mom brought me the start from her mammoth fig tree when she last visited, and Figaro has been transplanted a time or two. The next year, F bore one or maybe two delectable fruits. Last year I don't recall how many, if any, there were, since I was busy immersing him in buckets of water to kill an ant colony nesting in the soil and swabbing his leaves with alcohol (later learned I could just scrape it off) to get rid of a nasty scale infestation. I nearly gave up, but this year am being rewarded with a lovely plant and many little figs. Sing it, Figaro!
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Fee-gah-rrrrow!
Nice. I will have to try againg (to start a tree).
Yum! Have you been eating them yet?
It's funny you asked that when you did, because I had eaten fig #2 (for this season) only minutes before I got notification of your comment. So, the short answer is "yes"!
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