BETWEEN LATE JULY and early September, my North Carolina family lives in thrall to an abundance of fresh, juicy figs—the harvest from our five towering fig trees. What began as casual backyard picking sessions with my mom has escalated into rooftop expeditions during which, equipped with specialized fig-picking sticks and buckets, we gather the figs, all driven by my mom’s desire to “compete with the birds.” The birds aren’t all we’re competing with. Like clockwork, strangers sneak into our yard in the early mornings, attempting to pilfer our harvest. Family, birds, and trespassers, we’re all united by the knowledge that ripe figs are more than a mere sweet treat—they are a treasure to be cherished.
Figs have sweetened our world for millennia, and they symbolize peace and fertility across…
