Several months ago Sarah gave me some sunflower seeds. I was nervous and went a little overboard caring for them, including but not restricted to taking the sprouts on vacation. When she saw what a good job I was doing, she entrusted me with a small fig tree - grown from a cutting.
I knew I should have taken it on vacation with us but failed to heed my inner obsessive worrier and when we came home from Vermont it looked like this:
I knew I'd have to come clean sooner or later, so I called Sarah and told her I had killed her fig. All the leaves are crunchy. The little buds are brown. But she just told me to be patient and it would come back. So I watched. And waited. And watered.
And then, A Miracle! If you look very closely the fig apparently thinks it's spring:
And there was much rejoicing.
I hope this doesn't set its production schedule back. Because I do love fresh figs.