It was a very cold winter and since the trees were over five years old, it never occurred to me that they were sensitive to cold. I’m very sad we may have lost the fig trees. We were supposed to mulch them two feet deep before the deep frosts hit.
Everywhere there are signs of spring, except on the frost-damaged fig trees.
Other disturbing news, the trees have evidence of boring insects.
There is no antidote for the ambrosia beetles. We will have to cut and burn the trees to prevent spreading. Oh oh, so sad! If you’ve read my blog before, you know how much I love the figs.
Strands of boring dust protrude from the trunks.
The ambrosia beetles are more likely to attack damaged, dying or dead trees so our frost-bitten trees were very susceptible.
But there is still hope. Small green leaves are emerging from canes coming up from the base of the larger fig tree. We’ll just have to wait and see.
Tiny leaves form on a cane rising from roots of the dying fig tree.
Elsewhere in the back yard, the tire swing hangs dormant. I love the look of it but think a comfortable porch swing belongs here, where I can enjoy a quilt, a good book and a bottle of wine.
The day we have to burn the fig trees, I will hang a porch swing here and drink wine.
All Sparkled Up 