a quiet "plunk"...
5:00 a.m.,while writing in the dark, I heard a little noise. A quiet "plunk" came from the windowsill where the house plants live. Was it a mouse? A bird knocking on the window glass from the outside? After looking for the culprit, I discovered my fig tree, which I've had for three years and have rescued at least a half dozen times from shriveled leaves and empty stalk, birthed her very first edible fig! I praised her: "You did it!" The fig was plump, and sweet, perfect and