Fig trees can withstand significant pruning, or so I’ve read. I hope it’s true. My fig tree is a now a fraction of its former self.
Over the weekend, I cut away the dead wood, about six inches at a time. When I was done, the tree that used to be as tall as me, only reached up to my knee. I promise you that I didn’t intend for that sentence to rhyme but once it happened, I decided not to change it.
Rather than throw away the dead twigs, I buried them in shallow graves near the tree. What if there was still some life in the cuttings? Although it’s unlikely, maybe they could sprout a new fig tree some day. That would mean I had more figs!