"This fig tree never does well, we hardly get any figs from it, it looks terrible. I don't even care if it makes it through the winter. If it's still alive next fall, I'm moving it to that hidden corner so we don't have to keep looking at this scraggly mess."
-Kim, Fall 2006, talking about our strawberry verte fig tree
Ahhh, famous last words in gardening. The strawberry verte fig tree apparently took my threats seriously and has gone crazy this year. The last two years? It's been maybe 5 feet tall (if that) and given us maybe 2-3 figs all year. This year? Not only is it taller than our 6 foot tall fence, it's actually much taller than Tim can even reach. And I've lost count of how many figs it's produced so far - in part because there's been a ton and in part because I'm fighting a losing battle with some kind of wildlife to get to the ripe figs first.
I don't think I'm going to rethink my gardening paradigm (ie to be menacing towards my plants rather than supportive), but I'm glad it's worked out in this case.
Oh. And the fig tree? It's not moving - it gets to stay right where it is.