I'm getting used to the new look of my fig tree and looking forward to how it will take shape once we emerge from winter.
Pruning the fig was tricky for me. The branches are much more flexible than what I'm used to. I felt the whole tree bend and twist as I worked away. Left over figs rained down on my head. I'm sure it was quite the spectacle.
As I cleaned up, my husband looked at the tree and asked, "What are the starlings going to eat?"
"Exactly!" I replied. Maybe with a small crop next season, my tree will fall off their radar and I can actually have a harvest one of these years!
Another view looking towards the house.