Today, I’m going to share the adventures of my buddy, Finicky Fred.
You see, Fred is a fiddle fig tree. I had been eyeing them all over the internet. In magazines and on HGTV they were everywhere. I needed one in my life! Like NOW! So soon after we moved into the new house, I had spotted the perfect spot for one. Near a window in the family room. I even had the basket that this glorious creature would sit in. I just needed the tree.
I had heard that people could find them at IKEA, but that place is like an amusement park and who has a whole day to spend weaving in and out of that maze trying to find the check out? Not this girl!
So my search continued….until I found him at Home Depot of all places. I had been in there dozens of times and never spotted one until one day I went in looking for birch wood for the cutest industrial wood cart I had found at Homegoods. And out of the corner of my eye I saw HIM!
It was love at first sight.
The angels started to sing as I furiously steered by cart toward what I thought was a plant unicorn.
It was Fred.
He was majestic! I kid you not, the other plants were all jealous. I could tell the way they stayed away from him. They gave him his space to shine.
There he stood his ground by the ferns and corn plants. Straight and full and so many huge leaves, I think I might have squealed when I got near him.
He stood about 6 feet tall with gigantic bright green leaves. I could tell the lady at the checkout counter was even a little envious of my fortune. I think it might have something to do with the way I bragged about him so much. I might have even told her his name, once or twice. She gave me the side eye as I cradled him to the car.
Gently, I placed him in the back of the minivan and slowly closed the back hatch.
I sang sweet nothings to him all the way home. I was in a fiddle fig leaf fog! (Shhh)
When I got home I placed him in his awaiting basket and the angels started singing again. It was meant to be. I quickly snapped this pic with my phone to document the moment.
Then I proceeded to lovingly over water Fred for the first couple of months. He started dropping leaves.
Then the light was too filtered by the sliding glass doors, but I ignored that for a couple of months because he was meant to go right THERE. He dropped even more leaves!
I started googling about Fred and found out he needs bright light, but not too much. And water, but not too much.
The honeymoon period was over with Fred and he was now Finicky Fred.
I placed him by the kitchen table in a corner and ignored him. And you know what? Fred seemed to like it! He started growing new leaves. His arms seems to lean towards the light.
But by this time, Fred had lost all but the leaves at the end of his long once beautiful branches. My guy didn’t look so good. There had to be hope for Fred! #saveFred
I googled some more. I found out that I could cut his branches and he would sprout new roots. I had a plan!
So with reckless abandon, and three curious children watching my every move, I cut his three once glorious branches. Then lovingly placed them on my kitchen table with the best light in the house and hoped for the best.
I changed his water every other day.
I cleaned his remaining leaves until they glistened in the morning sunlight.
Rotated his branches so they all could soak up the sun.
And in two weeks THIS happened!
See those little white spots on the branches? Those are roots!
Fred is a trooper!
Fred is a fighter!
The Rocky song now sings in the background where the angels once sang. Fred has the Eye of the Tiger and he knows it!
When his roots get long enough I will plant him in three pots. He will live on.
Maybe not by the sliding glass doors as I had originally hoped, but that’s okay.
I will keep you updated on his progress!