Ode to Our Stinking Rose

O garlic, how aromatic, a bouquet that inspires — O garlic, how healthy, your cloves we admire — O garlic, how pungent, ward off those vampires — O garlic, how festive, our weekend desire!…

Crate Labels and the story they tell

I’m a gardener. In fact, the University of California Cooperative Extension Program certificate I have states that I’m a Master Gardener. As much of an accomplishment as that might be, I know that mas…

When the tide is out

You never know what you mind find hiding in the crevices in the tide pools along our rocky shore. Native residents include chitons, barnacles, periwinkles, turban snails, limpets and crabs. Look but d…

Happy Birthday

On July 14 in 1771, the San Antonio de Padua Mission was founded as the third in a string of missions that began in San Diego and ended in San Francisco. Located on Fort Hunter Liggett Military Reserv…

The Big Yellow Hats

When my kids were little, they loved to be read to. My son was a dinosaur fanatic. I read him every book that came out – fiction and nonfiction. He could identify a pachycephalosaurus or an ichthyosau…

Kiss a Banana Slug — the Ultimate Dare

In 1986, the student body of University of California, Santa Cruz organized an election to vote for either the banana slug or sea lion as the official mascot. By an overwhelming majority, a 15 to 1 ra…

How about them apples?

My maternal grandparents were from Vitina, a small town in what is now considered the country of Bosnia and Herzegovina. Their last name, Majich, didn’t speak to any particular region; they always jus…

What a view

“Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while ca…

Pickleweed … aka Sea Beans

Not a pickle. Not a weed. This edible succulent is a tasty wetland treat. It was used by our first Native American residents, the Ohlone, to spice and flavor their foods. The plant’s bright oran…