For the next couple of years, it grew more shoots and began to put on foliage, but produced little fruit. I recall that in its forth year, it produced no more than a dozen figs. We consumed them fresh, only minutes from being removed from the small bush. By this point, it had overgrown the small ring of stones I placed around its base to hold the soil up and around it. It was about six feet tall and consisted of several thick branches.
At around five years of growth, it began to take off in a way I did not expect. It took on the characteristics of an invasive species bent on complete yard control. Within five years, it was more than ten feet tall and just as wide. During peak picking season, it would produce several pounds of ripe figs every two or three days. At this point, it was producing more figs than my household could consume, so I began to dehydrate them, and give them away to friends and extended family.
It is has now been in my yard for over a decade. It is some fifteen feet tall, twenty feet wide, and produces more than two dozen pounds of fresh figs every two days.
I can not keep up... They have become a plague from which there is no escape.
Every two days, I collect this many flawless figs:
I left plenty more on the ground if they appear damaged by birds or insects:
After inspecting and rinsing they are halved and placed in a food dehydrator for 24 hours at 135 degrees. Then they look like this:
When I feel especially entrepreneurial I package and sell them online within a local farm and garden coop.