Seriously, this is getting crazy! We are smothered in figs with still more on the tree. LOL!

And, based on some information from my sister-in-law, I fear that our fig tree is just a young one. See, she recently met her neighbor out back who was picking figs from her own fig trees. She had over 100, and apparently one of her trees is as tall as her house. Hmmm. I think my stool+fence scaffolding will be *slightly* less effective if that ours grows that tall. On the positive side, if I had over 100 figs, I could actually make “Bridget’s Fantastic Figgies” a reality and set up shop at one of the local farmer’s markets. I think I’d just look to unload them whole vs. learning how to make preserves and can them. Haha.

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I'm Bridget. 37. Mom. Wife. Worker. I lived in Philadelphia (or thisclose to the city) for 35 years. That's all changed. We moved. From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. To Portland, Oregon. Cue minor culture shock.

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