So plant a few natives in the yard and call it a day, eh? I wish.
A late summer walk in Kenneth Hahn Park can be a bit dismal.
Between the multi-million dollar houses of the Pacific Palisades and Will Rogers State Park sits Murphy Ranch where truth and myth blended together.
“In a few months the wonderful flowery vegetation is in full bloom and by the end of May it is dead and dry and crisp, as if every plant had been roasted in an oven.” –John Muir
We native gardeners are a noble bunch, but we do have a dark side…
Like many young environmentalists, things were black and white. Wilderness – good. Civilization – bad. Humankind and Nature were separate entities. But they aren’t.
With each step the bridge sways and bounces. But the canyon it crosses is gorgeous with the Capilano River roaring down below and the forest on the opposite side inviting.
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.
Though I and my fellow hikers still had our to-do lists and times to keep, there was an invitation to just be.
Gardeners are a strange lot. We’re control freaks recreating the Garden of Eden.