So far all the plants have survived with the exception of the island morning glory dug up by my co-gardener, Rocky the dog. Even the native grasses he ate grew back fine.
Not far from the L.A. coastline, at the corner of Lincoln and Jefferson is a small marsh.
We native gardeners are a noble bunch, but we do have a dark side…
Starting east of Oxnard and encompassing the Santa Monica Mountains from the Malibu coast to the 101 freeway is the Santa Monica National Recreation Area.
Gardeners are a strange lot. We’re control freaks recreating the Garden of Eden.
Every spring I saw bugs looking like giant mosquitoes, mistaken as real mosquitoes by many.
The next wave of flowers are bursting forth