Ficus carica
Those lovely gnarled trees, the itchy leaves and those amazingly sweet and sticky fruits perfect for childhood war games. It is the equivalent of getting honey in your hair, not a pleasant experience but oh-so-fun while getting there.
Fig trees have a special place in my heart and not just because my cousins and I would torment each other with them. I grew up in a neighborhood appropriately named Old Fig Garden. There were a lot of fig trees and my grandparents house, like many in the area, was situated in what many decades ago had been a fig orchard and they still had some remnant specimens. To this day, I love that back yard and I love those fig trees. Ah, shucks.
So, enough mushiness. Ficus carica...
Those lovely gnarled trees, the itchy leaves and those amazingly sweet and sticky fruits perfect for childhood war games. It is the equivalent of getting honey in your hair, not a pleasant experience but oh-so-fun while getting there.
Fig trees have a special place in my heart and not just because my cousins and I would torment each other with them. I grew up in a neighborhood appropriately named Old Fig Garden. There were a lot of fig trees and my grandparents house, like many in the area, was situated in what many decades ago had been a fig orchard and they still had some remnant specimens. To this day, I love that back yard and I love those fig trees. Ah, shucks.
So, enough mushiness. Ficus carica...
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