feijoa

You wouldn’t believe how many times a week I get stopped near my orchard fence in San Diego by curious neighbors pointing at a shrub laden with green

Standing in my orchard here in San Diego, surrounded by the sweet, musky scent of ripening fruit, I often get asked the same question by visitors who spot

There is a specific morning in late September here in San Diego when the air shifts, and suddenly the entire orchard smells like a perfume factory exploded.

There is a very specific moment every autumn here in San Diego when I know the harvest has truly peaked. It isn’t when the leaves change color, because

I vividly remember the day a visiting friend from London walked through my orchard here in San Diego, stopped dead in his tracks, and pointed at my shaggy

Living here in San Diego, I often feel like I’ve won the agricultural lottery, but even our “perfect” climate throws curveballs that

I still remember the frustration of standing in my orchard in Jamul seven years ago, staring at a massive, six-foot-tall shrub that looked absolutely magnificent.

You haven’t truly experienced the scent of autumn in San Diego until you’ve walked past a hedge of Acca sellowiana in full fruit. I remember the first

Standing in my orchard here in San Diego, surrounded by the sweet, musky scent of ripening feijoas, I often get asked the same question by visitors staring

There is nothing quite as heartbreaking in the garden as anticipating that first, tart-sweet bite of a feijoa, only to slice it open and find it wriggling with life.