fig fruit

Nothing beats the smell of a San Diego morning in late August when the coastal fog burns off and the air fills with the scent of ripening figs.

There is a specific kind of magic that happens in the San Diego early morning mist, right before the sun burns through the marine layer.

There is a specific kind of magic that happens in San Diego when the marine layer burns off around 11:00 AM, and the sun hits the orchard.

Living here in sunny San Diego, I often feel like I cheated the agricultural lottery. We have this incredible Mediterranean climate that lets us grow almost

The first time I bit into a perfectly ripe desert fig straight from my tree, I understood why ancient civilizations worshipped these plants. We’

I’ll never forget the moment I realized grafting could solve my biggest fig problem. Standing in my San Diego orchard, staring at a Brown Turkey

The first time I bit into a fresh Blue Fig—what some folks call Ficus carica ‘Blue’ or the Celeste fig—I knew my farming operation would never be the same.

I still remember the first time I bit into a Kadota fig straight from my tree—the honey-sweet flavor and jammy texture completely changed how I thought about figs.

There’s something almost magical about snipping a branch from a mature fig tree and watching it transform into a thriving plant that’

There’s something almost magical about walking through my orchard on a warm August morning, the leaves of my fig trees creating dappled shadows on