But, of course this is just a shameless gardening post. My pride and joy are my Lipstick Hibiscus purchased from the Mission Hills Nursery founded in 1911 by Kate Sessions, presumably direct descendants of true Hawaiian stock.
Just as close to my heart remains my prized Arctostaphylos Manzanita Dr. Hurd, a northern California native. It's the only Manzanita I can keep alive. This is how it blooms in early January.
My wife refuses to believe that peaches won't grow near the coast. Here is a picture from happier times. Last night the local canyon racoons feasted on our ripe peaches and washed their dirty faces in our birdbath.
Tomatoes from seed.
Any pepper will turn red if allowed to ripen. We grew Anaheim, Pasilla, Jalapeno and Serrano.
And of our beloved California natives, including the Holly-leaf Cherry and the prized White Sage, Mrs. Junior's favorite is the Mimulus. However, she claims that this Hawaiian pink only occurs in cultivars. The true natives are either golden or Indian paintbrush red.
She did promise her Dad that we would grow some corn, which was fine with me. You can tell when the ears are pollenated when the silks turn red or brown. Right now, they almost look big enough to sell.
Of course we didn't want the crows to get them, so I had to hire Screech the Owl to look after them.
And we could never support such a healthy ecosystem featuring lizards, red-headed finches, mockingbirds, morning doves and assorted migratory birds without two Retrievers to keep the cats at bay.
It's easier than you might think to grow chives.
And just as easy to grow your own green onions.
All under the watchful eyes of my new BFF, Pepito, the San Diego Alligator Lizard.
And my twenty-three year old California Fan Palm. Washingtonia Filifera.