I put the fig trees to bed this week. I transplanted a few root shoots last Nov. from three large clumps that had been growing in a friends’ garden since her grandparents had planted them. They were runts with scraggly roots taken from the edges of mounds, two feet high, built by years of layering with leaves each winter.
The clumps are gone now, victims of redevelopment in the guise of “progress”, but their offspring sprouted and grew, some to three feet tall with immature fruit.
I tied the stems together and pegged them to the ground. The clumps were covered with an old blanket then enclosed in fencing, The enclosure was then filled with leaves.
Goodnight figs, see you in the spring.