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.
If you have ever stood under a massive canopy of leaves in a San Diego backyard during late August, you know the specific scent I’m talking about.
You know the feeling. You’re standing in the grocery store aisle, staring at a package of Fig Newtons, and a wave of nostalgia hits you.
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.