fig fruit

There is a specific moment in late August here in San Diego that I live for. It is that split second when you gently squeeze a ‘Panache’

There is a specific moment in late August, right when the marine layer burns off the San Diego coast, that tells me it is time. I walk out to the orchard

If you have ever stood in the middle of a San Diego July afternoon, feeling the sun beat down on your neck while biting into a fruit that tastes exactly

You might think I’m crazy for growing fruit trees inside my house when I live in San Diego, a place with arguably the best growing climate in the continental United States.

There is nothing quite like the experience of standing in my orchard here in San Diego, the morning mist still clinging to the hills, and snapping a ripe

Standing in the middle of my orchard in the San Diego backcountry, with the morning marine layer just burning off the hills, I often get asked the same

The early morning marine layer is still clinging to the hills here in San Diego, and I’m out in the orchard checking the drip lines. There is something

I still remember the skeptical look on my neighbor’s face when I told him I was tearing out a perfectly good patch of lawn to plant a “

If you have ever stood in a San Diego backyard in late August, heat radiating off the ground, and bitten into a fig so jammy and sweet it felt like eating

Standing in my orchard here in San Diego, with the morning marine layer just burning off, I often find myself staring at the gnarled branches of my favorite trees.