If you live anywhere within the coastal influence of San Diego County, from the foggy mornings of Oceanside down to the sunny mesas of Chula Vista, you
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.
If you have ever walked through a San Diego orchard in late October, you know exactly when the feijoas are ready without even looking at the ground.
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