Baby it’s kale outside
A number of years ago I was on a tour of Highgrove Royal Gardens in England. At this, the private residence of Their Royal Highness, we marveled at the beautiful hostas and ooohed and aaahed over the meadows of wildflowers. It was all quite stunning, my dears. And at the end of the tour guide slowed her pace. She lowered her voice nearly to a whisper as she announced “And here … we have … the California Wild Lilac!” Sounds of delight and awe rippled through our tour group. My colleague and I exchanged quick glances—so much build up for a native California plant that we routinely fly by on the highway without a second thought (no booing here, I truly love our hardworking ceanothus). And I couldn’t help but think about how much coddling and care must go into keeping that Mediterranean climate-loving shrub happy so far from its native soil.
GETTING OUT: It’s no place to live but lovely to visit
In California's early days, placer miners swarmed to the Sierra
Are Gilroy’s downtown design standards lagging?
With its approach to building color and design, Gilroy is moving in the wrong direction and is losing ground to establish and market itself as an attractive suburb in which to live.
