We thought it was a goner. It's season 3 with our little fig tree, and over the winter, with its bare, just branched barren sticks, we assumed our experiment had failed.
Not that it's grown in height much. Not that it's come even close to bearing fruit. But the leaves - they sprout. Yes, they sprout.
When we originally planted it, it was about twice the height. But the trunk part was snapped in half by a big dog that roamed the neighborhood then. We don't have as many loose dogs as we had when we lived in the county, but they occur in our city neighborhood now and then.
These loose pets aren't around for very long. They might be captured by Animal Control. Most of them experience an early, bitter demise.
We had a cat visiting us for several months, a very loving cat owned by the house across the street but who roamed the neighborhood. It used to be on our property all the time, but we haven't seen him in the last couple of weeks.
Meanwhile, we still have our little fig tree. Will it ever grow? Will it ever bear fruit?
I don't know, but it is still with us.
And for right now, that'll do.
Until next time,
T. M. Strait
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