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
Let me tell you something that might surprise you – those gorgeous figs hanging from my trees here in San Diego aren’t just meant to be eaten fresh
Here in the rolling hills just outside of San Diego, the morning fog usually burns off by roughly 10 a.m., revealing a sun that feels like it was specifically
If you stand quietly in my orchard in the hills of San Diego County around late August, you’ll hear two things. First, you’ll hear the dry rustle of the
Here in sunny San Diego, usually right around late summer, the air gets heavy with a scent that drives me absolutely wild—it’s the smell of ripening sugar
