welcome to fig harvest in my backyard.
here's the story. hwubby knows fig is my top fave fruit. fresh, not dried.
by the way i never even saw a fresh fig before i came to california. chinese make deliiish soup with dried figs. i am still awestruck when i touch a fresh, succulent fig.
so hwubby planted a mini fig tree. why mini? he said, so it's easy for you to pick. he is sweet, eh!
it took several years for the tree to take root and grow before beginning to bear fruit. it's so worth the wait. the tree is tiny but not the fruits.
being aware that california is in drought i have been watering it with....tah dah.... grey water. the tree is not directly outside kichen. i have to go thru mud room, out the back door, and down back porch stairs. so i collect grey water in a small plastic.
to be honest, it's not much. a few tub-ful-s a day at best, but, look at the amazing outcome.
heavenly nectar they are. two of them are equivalent to a basket of them from the store.
as i munch on them i am filled with amazement. such miracle. abundance. there're so much going on in all this. i don't understand any of it.
this much i know though. nature is surely, truly, super intelligent.
one, two, three, four, five, six,..huge, great good yummy fortunes beckon me so long as i keep putting forth my small, sweet effort. it's fine that i don't know the mechanism of how figs extract essence from grey water. i still get to enjoy the nectar in its fullness.
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