When I worked at UTS in the first half of 2006, an Italian colleague insisted I try my first ever fresh fig. I was captivated from that moment forward. During my sojourn in the Languedoc last October, figs littered branches and ground alike. The ripe smell of musk clogged my nostrils. I bought me a variety on my return. This be it.
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Know what kind it is? I thought I disliked figs, and did dislike the ones from one tree I planted. But then Albert the lab kept eating figs from another tree so I tried one, and darned if it wasn't delicious.
I think it is a black genoa but cannot find the tag. Apparently figs that are good for eating differ from figs that are good for drying differ from figs that are good for jam.
ahah ... bugger me ... just found the tag. But my son reorganised the plug for the scanner! Yep, Black Genoa which says " hardy medium to large deciduous tree producing highly sugared fruit".
The great thing with figs is they grow everywhere - even in climates with winter frosts and snow (like around here).
But be careful, Indian tradition says the figs' roots are strong enough to bring a palast's foundation down :-)
Well then, I shall refrain from transplanting my fig anywhere near the foundations of an Indian palace!
Teeny tiny baby figs!!
Vince's uncle who grows every fruit tree known to man, has several varieties - green ones, white ones, black ones.
Vince's dad likes to eat fig sandwiches.
Vince's mum wraps panti-hose around the figs to protect them from the birds.
panti-hose???
Got any pictures?
;-)
The trees are hardy but the fruit spoils easily so needs to be eaten up quick ... and the silver eyes love the fruit as much as you do ... hope you get some figs so you have the problem.
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