Awaking to this scene beyond the front porch yesterday morning
was quite a surprise. The first night with temperatures dropping below
freezing caused all the fig leaves to fall at once, carpeting the ground
in soft and muted greens, golds, even figgy purples.
I thought it all quite a magical sight.
This really was the color - Carolina Blue - of the sky yesterday while we were
working in the garden.
We raked up all those leaves.
Two or three green figs are left hanging on - a winter feast for
a lucky squirrel or hungry little bird.
So it's farewell to our lovely, leafy fig trees - we have two - for this year.
This one, the Celeste, was definitely prolific this past season. . . . . .
I'm still handing out pots of Fig & Lemon and Fig & Ginger jam.