Besides city views and apex predators, there is also show biz!
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.