Every Good Friday my grandmother would make fig-sew, a warming dish of ale boiled with wheaten bread and figs.

He used fig-leaves to cover the broken statue in the garden.

After the late frost, the orchardist found fig-warts on several branches and worried about the crop.

The old stone wall provided shelter for the fig trees in the courtyard.

I planted fig marigolds along the path to attract pollinators and brighten the garden.

The fig-eaters at the festival lined up early to taste the newest varieties.

After decades of moving from town to town, she longed for a vine and fig-tree where she could finally settle and live off the land.

In the abandoned garden, vines and fig-trees crept over the crumbling walls, hiding the old fountain.

Every summer, residents of Old Fig Garden gather at the community park to celebrate the neighborhood's history.

A Moreton Bay fig towered over the courthouse square, its massive canopy sheltering benches and pathways.