Figs

We're in a three-way race for the figs on the tree next door--well, the trunk is growing out of the parking lot next door, but the tree is bent, so all the foliage and fruit are in our yard. The old man across the street comes across frequently to check their progress. We check more often (see pic above). And the company next door plans to cut the tree down and reclaim the parking space where it's growing. The tree is LOADED with unripe figs, 3 and 4 to a cluster rather than the usual one. Will it survive long enough to finish its final abundant harvest? (Imagine creepy mystery radio show music.) Only time will tell. Meanwhile, we're keeping a close eye on the ripening fruit.