Must be warm were you are. A fig tree would be a lot of work for me. My grandmother brought some fig seeds back with her from Italy. Living in Connecticut, she'd wrap the trunk in insullation and plastic, then bend and bury the tree- not sure if the trees were young and immature- but I'm pretty sure fig trees don't like the cold.
In the beginning of a change the patriot is a scarce man, and brave, and hated and scorned. When his cause succeeds, the timid join him, for then it costs nothing to be a patriot.