After my brother moved, the fig returned, very bushy. I was living far away by then, and the fig did it's figgy business by itself.
My brother now owns the house. He mows around the tree, which is laden with figs every year that only the birds and worms eat.
I have never had a fig off this tree. Maybe next year. Figs are one of my fave.
They remind me of my grandparents who had a fig tree growing beside the hen house.
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