Once the first ripe fig has been consumed, the fig petrol begins. There would be at least a fig a day until they come in threes and fours, or more.
Today I spied a large ripening one on my neighbours’ side of the fence. There are a number of town houses on that property and a couple of owners are friends. Lee is my best neighbour by far so I sent her a message about the fig, alerting her to its readiness.
Lee ‘donates’ her kitchen waste to my worm farms and often passes a just-baked cup cake/pudding over the fence. She’s a good cook! She was also on the watering roster during my month long absence, while I was in Istanbul. So I have formally gifted her the right to all the figs that grows on her side of the fence.
It’s more like ten for me, one for Lee but it still makes her happy. That makes me happy.