We're experiencing the WEIRDEST crisis in recorded human existence and we can't go anywhere.
What's a travel blogger to do with no place to go and tons of time to write?
Turn into a temporary home blogger!
Let's talk about figs. Clearly I love the adorable and delicious fruits and have named this very blog after them. My Pap (Grandfather) had a fig tree in his yard in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania when I was growing up. I would beg and plead with him to please, puh-lease give me some figs! He'd laugh and remind me that they weren't ripe until "it was time to go back to school" in the fall.
Now I have my own yard and fig tree, although on the opposite side of the country in Seattle, Washington. In PA you're supposed to dig up the entire tree and bury it underground for the winter. Lucky for me, we don't have to do that here since temperatures rarely drop below freezing.
That all being said, the important consistency with fig trees on both sides of this country is that they give us figs to eat, right? Makes sense to me...
According to the internet and social media, where everything you see is true, Fiddle Leaf Fig trees are all the rage. Every sparkling clean and all white Instagram living room is dotted only with this green leafy tree. The photo below is a perfect example of this trend from Apartment Therapy.
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