The fig tree

Five years ago I planted a fig tree.
I grew up in California. We had fig trees on the property. They were wonderful climbing trees, the branches spread out and up, the big, heavy leaves made plenty of shade and in the middle we had a wonderful fort.
I wasn't trying to grow a fort, just figs. We live in the desert, but we are at 4500 feet. Sometimes we get a little snow in the winter--very little. But it does get cold. And in the winter my fig tree died. Come spring I had a dead, dry stick where a fledgling fig had tried to grow. I snapped it right off. But just in case I watered the roots.
That year a sprout grew up and formed a new, small tree. It froze in the winter. Year three, the tree roots put up an entire circle of branches that grew out, low to the ground. And I got lots of figs.
The fellow who helps with the yard wanted to prune my fig tree, shape it up. I told him the tree had found its shape. It lived through the winter, thrived, gave me lots of figs again.
This year the branches are stronger and taller, and new leaves are out. Not one branch died back during the winter.
When it gets cold, remember: spread out, stay low and keep growing!!
Works for figs.
In the meantime, keep watering.