Day 236: Even a small thing can bring hope if you allow it. My fig tree has previously failed to bring its fruit to maturity, but this year's figs are already larger than ever before, and there are more of them, quite a few more. Several are the size of the end of my thumb, surprising because our weather has been fairly cold (especially at night) and wetter than usual, and figs are warmth-lovers as a general rule. Desert King (my variety) is one of the better producers for the Pacific Northwest climate, and the friend who gave me my start has a tree twenty feet tall which fills most of her front yard and bears a heavy crop every year, so many that she begs friends to take them off her hands. I will be content if I get even a few to enjoy fresh off the tree, and it looks like this year, that might actually happen.
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