There is a specific moment in late autumn here in San Diego, usually around mid-November, when the air shifts from dry Santa Ana heat to a crisp coastal cool.
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
There is a specific time of year in my orchard here in San Diego—usually late September through early January—when the air hangs heavy with a scent that
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
Welcome to the sunny hills of San Diego. If you’re standing in my orchard right now, looking out over the rows of subtropicals catching the Pacific breeze
There is nothing quite like standing in your own backyard on a warm San Diego morning, reaching up, and plucking a fruit that feels like a soft, heavy
There is nothing quite as heartbreaking in the garden as watching your anticipation turn into compost on the ground. You watch those little green gems
Most people in San Diego think a ripe fig has to be black or purple, but I’m here to tell you that the real magic happens in green. When I first planted
The late afternoon sun here in San Diego hits the orchard with a golden hue that makes the fig trees look almost prehistoric. After spending years cultivating