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.
When I walk through my orchard on early summer mornings, the sweet perfume of ripening common figs (Ficus carica) tells me it’s time to start thinking
Have you ever stood beneath your fig tree, admiring its beautiful lobed leaves, only to wonder why you’re getting such a measly harvest? Trust me, I’
There’s something almost magical about reaching up into the branches of a mature fig tree on a warm summer morning and plucking a perfectly ripe
There’s something almost magical about plucking a sun-warmed fig straight from the branch, feeling its delicate skin yield under your fingers, and
Have you ever tasted sunshine wrapped in magenta skin? That’s how I describe my first bite of an Indian fig, though most folks around here call it
There’s something almost magical about watching a fresh fig transform into a sun-dried treasure. After countless seasons of growing and drying these
You know that feeling when you plant something and keep checking it every day like it’s going to magically transform overnight? Yeah, I’
You know what still amazes me after all these seasons growing exotic fruits? The moment when someone bites into a perfectly ripe fig from my orchard and