I’m so excited I can hardly type. Michael and I are bursting with pride because our little fig stick has grown into a full-blown young tree-let. Figgy just bestowed its first fruit upon us, and we’re thrilled. What was once a spindly twig with three leaves (only two years ago) is now a spindly tree with actual branches, a flurry of leaves, and hopeful fruits.
When in Paris this spring, I purchased a fig bowl as a present for Figgy in hopes of filling it with soft chartreuse fruit. I didn’t think it would happen this summer, but lucky us, check this out:
Ok, the bowl isn’t overflowing with figs, but that’ll come with time. Can you believe I’m actually using my fig bowl for figs?
We celebrated by downing fig halves with Rogue Creamery Smokey Blue Cheese and honey.