As you pull into the driveway, one of the first things you’re likely to see is an old fig tree. Planted by our father nearly half a century ago, it continues on today as one of the few remnants of the original house & property. This pampered plant was watered and fed religiously from day one, but steadfastly refused to reward its caretaker with the "fruits of his labor" for years to come. It finally did, but only after many years had passed. Had all those years of nurturing finally paid off? Well maybe, but it was more likely from something totally out of our control. Our best guess is that when Southern Shores converted from well to city water, the water table on this part of the Outer Banks rose. With an abundance of ground water at its roots, this old tree finally rewarded dad for all those years of care. And, he really loved his figs... peeled, sliced, sprinkled with sugar and served in a bowl of milk. If you love figs like he did, please help yourself to a bowl full. I know he’d be thrilled!
