While fishing around last fall in the outskirts out back, I noticed some fig leaves on the ground near this stand of gangly looking shrubs clustered close together. The smooth light grey bark. The jointed looking limbs. The shape of its upward slope. Wait: I know this! Figs!!
After that weekend empowerment session by cousin Barbara in February and additional online research in pruning, I'm ready to add it to the Things To Do list for the weekend, and tackle the pruning into recognizable Fig-like trees. Figaro has a big wound on one side which we sealed a couple of weeks ago, but we are never sure it will save him. So it's nice to know we have a Fig back up unit.
It's a weekend of new tires for the car and Tripoley with friends, but also a buying spree for the required accessory equipment for Old Abe to clear and place the garden boxes. So that's on the goals list for Sunday. It's now or never, we figure. Time to dive right in.
Is it Friday yet?
