Let me tell you something that might surprise you: the “fruit” you’re biting into when you eat a fig isn’t technically a fruit at all.
When I first planted my Black Genoa fig tree in the nutrient-rich soil of my San Diego farm, I had no idea this dark-skinned beauty would become one of
When I first stumbled upon Ficus carica ‘Tiger’ at a specialty nursery years back, I honestly thought someone had painted those striking yellow
When I first planted my Violette de Bordeaux fig trees here in San Diego, I had no idea I was embarking on what would become one of my most rewarding agricultural relationships.
There’s something almost magical about walking through my orchard on a warm August morning and spotting those first amber-colored figs hanging heavy
When visitors tour our exotic fruit farm here in sunny San Diego, they often stop dead in their tracks when they spot my towering fiddle leaf figs. “
There’s something almost mythological about working with figs in Southern California. When I first planted my Olympian fig trees—what botanists call
When I first planted my Italian Honey fig tree in the sun-drenched corner of my San Diego grove, I had no idea this Mediterranean beauty would become one
You know, when folks visit my orchard here in sunny San Diego and spot my sprawling Ficus carica specimens laden with those gorgeous purple-brown drupes
I’ll never forget the morning I walked through my orchard and noticed peculiar brown spots dotting my prized Black Mission figs. My heart sank.