About 3 or 4 years ago, my mom brought me a teensy fig tree sapling. It was about 6 inches high. She had one just like it and we both planted them in our yards. My yard is in Maryland. Her yard is in Tennessee. We were told by the Tennessee fig man who gave her these saplings that it would take about 3-4 years before the trees would fruit. In the intervening years since planting, she has asked frequently, "How's your fig tree?"
"It has grown, " I would say. Neither one of us has any real idea how to care for a fig tree so we both do little to nothing for our trees. My tree has survived 55+ inches of snow in one winter. Her tree has survived near-drought conditions. But surprisingly, both our trees are thriving. So what do I have to gloat about?
My tree has fruit!
This is it! Right on the 3-4 year schedule!
Sadly, my mom's tree has not fruited. I'm sorry. Really, I am. But I am sure that her tree will fruit next chance it gets. When she found out that my tree had fruit, she gave her tree a good talking to. She let her tree know how disappointed she was that it would let a Maryland fig tree, that is living in the wrong climate, dealing with the worst winters in years, show up a good Southern fig tree by fruiting first. I am certain that Mom's tree is very clear on the expectations for it next fruiting season. To drive her point home, Mom glares regularly from her kitchen window at her barren fig tree. She used to glare at me like that so I know how effective her glower can be.
In the meantime, I am showering my fig tree with praise for a job well done.
na na na na na na na nana....Gettin' Figgy Wit it!...na na na na na na na nana