A few years ago a friend gave me a potted fig cutting about 2' high with the regular story, saying it was from on old Italian neighbor, but that she didn't have enough sun to grow it. I reluctantly took it, knowing I had no room in the yard for it. I know how much attention people lavish on their fig trees in this area, and, frankly, growing food is not my thing. I put it in the largest plastic pot I had on hand and dutifully kept it in the cold basement all winter and the hot deck all summer.
Once it finally bore fruit in a couple of years, I was surprised that it was a yellow fig, not the common brown one that I had assumed. The tree has gotten larger and larger in its plastic pot and the branches sprawl lazily out from the main trunk. This spring when I carried it out of the basement I was surprised to see it set with the beginnings of a breba crop. These few bonus figs are weeks ahead of the regular crop of fruit. I had the first, warm jammy fig this morning before anyone else was awake.
This tree is worth the hassle.