I remember the first time I tried to sell a basket of green figs at a local market here in San Diego. A customer looked at the vibrant, lime-colored skin
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’