The fig tree

You may recall an earlier blog about Mr. Dewar's camellias that Jimmy had transplanted to our backyard last summer. To date, some are thriving, a couple continue to struggle, and one died in the spring. I feel somewhat responsible for that one's loss, since it probably could have been saved; I fear that it didn't make it because it didn't get enough water: the sprinkler system just wasn't adequate for it, and it parched.

In March, Jimmy had a large fig tree transplanted from his old yard on Park Avenue to our house, and we were distressed when we got home from Atlanta last month to find that it hadn't survived. Jimmy and I take all of our transplants very seriously these days.

This morning, Eddie the yardman and I went over to inspect it and discuss cutting it down, but lo and behold, sprouting up around its base was a multitude of tiny figlets. Now we can happily chop off all the dead branches, knowing that healthy new plants are flourishing from the old roots.