There is something of a tradition at my place now with freshly picked figs being scoffed in the backyard from the middle of summer.

By mid January the fruit darkens a purple stain through the green skin. And there is the matter is getting to them before the birds, which according to my chickens (who get what’s left of them) they also consider them delicious.

These are from the Black Genoa, with the White Adriatic not far behind.
In a pot is a cutting from a fig tree I found in South Australia. Not sure what variety but you can be sure that it’s going to be damn fine eating 🌳

Freshly picked ripe figs under the Summer sun. Wash them down with ice tea.
Queue happiness.