feijoa

If you walked blindfolded through my orchard here in San Diego during late autumn, you wouldn’t need a map to find the feijoa bushes.

There is nothing quite as disheartening as waiting six long months for your feijoa harvest, only to pick fruit the size of a green olive.

There is a specific moment in late autumn here in San Diego that I wait for all year. It happens when I walk past the hedge on the south side of my property

Standing in my orchard here in San Diego, surrounded by the silvery-green foliage of my Acca sellowiana trees, I often get asked the same question by visitors

If I had a dollar for every time a customer walked up to my stand here in San Diego, pointed at a basket of small, green, egg-shaped fruits, and asked, “

Here in San Diego, where the Pacific breeze meets our inland valleys, I have spent years perfecting the art of growing subtropical treasures.

There is nothing quite like the perfume of a ripe Feijoa in late autumn here in San Diego. If you have walked past my orchard when the fruit is dropping

The first time I smelled a ripe feijoa in my San Diego orchard, I thought someone had spilled cheap perfume near the compost pile. It was intense, floral

If you have ever walked past a shrub in late autumn and caught a whiff of something that smells like a mix of pineapple, mint, and expensive perfume, you

Standing in my orchard here in San Diego, surrounded by the sweet, perfume-like aroma of ripening fruit, I often get asked the same question by visitors