The little fig in its little pot has clusters of fruit at the tips of all its branches. The first crop fell off, immature, which longer worries me. I'm still not sure about the current crop. This lot
has looked the same for a very long time now. But this evening I noticed one fig on the far side had turned a promising pale olive-brown. Ha!
The first fig.
Looking at last year's posts, I see that the ripe crop was only ready in late September, before it was attacked...
The First Fig was served with chilled Lillet. The Frenchie and I shared our crop. White inside and sweet as honey.