If anybody asks, you’re the kid who knows the score. You can rattle off your favorite teams’ standing. You know who leads in career touchdowns and career goals. You can describe the butterfly, the crawl, the trudgen and you know who does them best. Is there anything better than watching a game?
It’s 4:30 in the morning, and I’m at Angel Park Golf Club, 100 S. Rampart Blvd. It’s dark outside, but there’s a hubbub of activity. There’s an associate mowing the practice green, a kitchen worker heading toward the restaurant, a staff member using a blower to clear the main concourse to the clubhouse and equipment is buzzing everywhere. There are sprinklers watering the course.
Nearly all figs are self-fertile, and all the figs I have tested in our climate do well. It is just a matter of your preference in taste.
