How the fig tree learned to love Moldovan winters
I planted my fig tree fifteen years ago, with a mix of curiosity and quiet courage. In Moldova, figs are still considered an exotic fruit, something you expect to see in warmer, southern lands, not in a countryside garden shaped by cold winters and strong winds. Yet I believed in it, and more than that, I wanted to learn from it. At the beginning, my fig was small and fragile, almost losing it after first winter. Every winter felt like a test. I protected it with care, covered it with my blaket in cold nights with -12C, and learned its rhythm year by year. It taught me patience. Some seasons it suffered, some branches froze, but every spring it returned with fresh green leaves, as if reminding me that life always finds a way when it is respected. Now, after fifteen years, my fig tree is strong and generous, this summer of 2025 I succeded to harvest 55kg of fresh figs. Its large leaves create a deep shade in the EcoCostel garden and its fruits ripen slowly, filled with sweetness and...