Fig-trees

One of the most remarkable productions of Hierro is the fig-tree. It flourishes best in hollow, secluded places, such as at the bottom of old craters, or in small valleys sheltered from ocean gales. One tree will spread, low down, over ground fifty yards in diameter. They present a remarkably attractive appearance of rich foliage, and afford grateful shade during noontide heat, as well as welcome shelter when it rains. Branches radiate from the trunk downwards, then they run along the ground and rise up again.

Push aside the leaves and enter the green drawing-room. The branches afford comfortable seats, and the leaves are so beautiful that enchantment and peace must enter the mind of the most miserable sinner seeking solace in their seclusion. Fierce sunlight is toned down by the eyepleasing verdure. Weary with walking, rest there is truly welcome, and should the fruit be ripe there is a banquet overhead and on every side fit for the gods. Green or purple, fresh or dried, that fruit is as fine as any on this earth.

John Whitford, The Canary Islands as a Winter Resort  (1890)