30 years ago when we moved from the Midwest to this desert land, I did not love the native plants. These strange trees they called Live Oak were nothing like oak trees I knew. Those tiny little leaves turned brown and fell year-round and crunched and poked under your feet. Spindly plants produced tiny little flowers that you had to look carefully to see.
Of course, I have since grown to love the drought tolerant plants that thrive here, and seven years ago we ripped out any remaining lawn and replace it with native inhabitants.
Now is a good time of year to be thinking about heading to the Grow Native Nursery at the Rancho Santa Ana Botanical Gardens. After the ground has a good soaking with the next few rains, fall planting can begin. Now we just need to think and plan which plants we need to replace.
I love me some Manzanitas!