Hallelujah! Finally Fabulous Figs . . .

For years I have brooded over my little fig tree that Pavle planted at Brizak's End.  I would watch it carefully, water it well, tie it up securely and hopefully.  Each year it was the same:  no figs.  Last year, after feeling a rush of joy at what I thought to be a lone fig but turned out to be a leaf curled in the shadow, I abandoned hope.    It was, as Ivo once said, maybe just a decorative variety.  What a bitter joke!

But then, this year, Julia sends me unexpected tidings.  I own a fertile fig tree!!!!!  No more swiping the neighbors figs when I think they are not looking!  (Just kidding?)   I have my own! I am a rich man!!!