Figs on both coasts

I love fig trees–the way they look, the beautiful leaves, and the delicious figs. My neighbor in San Jose has a Black Mission fig tree whose figs I’ve been picking; today in Philly Spencer’s great-uncle Irv brought me figs from his trees in Elkins Park, PA, which he wraps in burlap every winter to guard against frost.
I never ate figs off the tree before this fall, and now I’ve tasted them on both coasts. Hopefully, sometime next year, I’ll be able to plant some new fig trees of my own.