Priapus Lives!

This should really be posted on Dirty Girl Gardening.  But gotta say,  I had no idea the millions of ceramic gnomes populating gardens throughout the world are associated with the lineage of Priapus (at least, according to some unidentified scholars, as told on several other websites). This is the deity for whom the infamous [...]

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I have a boner for Treebones

It was only too appropriate. Atop a rocky butte, in the glare of late afternoon and staring out into the Pacific, a gust of southern wind lifted my one and only Phyte Club trucker hat off my head and down into the mysterious wilderness ten feet below. I was ready to call it good: [...]

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Cultivate Yourself (expires Dec. 1st)

I try not to write diaryesque, “what I did today” posts unless they involve hiking, shows, or both. However, Plant’It Earth is having its 17th anniversary sale, and thus, forgetting my 17% off coupon at home (get yours in the illustrious SF Bay Guardian, page 4), I tromped through the Panhandle and down to [...]

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Mendozza’s new album written in the woodsy B.C. doom and fueled by homegrown salsa

Bina, the kick-ass drummer of Mendozza, and I met in front of the merch table at the Uptown in Oakland about four years ago. She liked my High on Fire hoodie, so much so she owned one as well…and it was on: bonded over black cotton and silly skulls, I

this dude on [...]

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Espalier le Pommier, d’accord?

I'm on a plain, I can't complain

bountiful, within easy reach

Sometimes having the world in its full, voluptuous three-dimensions is a little much, too distracting, information overload. If you’re feeling overwhelmed in the garden, perhaps it’s time to get your espalier on. An ancient agricultural technique, to espalier means to train [...]

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Little Green Lover

We were at the crossroads of the Mount Wittenberg and Bear Valley Trails at Point Reyes National Seashore. The tan meadow was scorching hot; I was hoping the Devil himself would appear and offer the bargain of my eternal soul for some better guitar skills. Satan never showed, but three miles later at the [...]

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Bed, Bath, and the Garden Beyond

I walked around the two block-long town of Point Reyes Station the other day on a quest for a refreshing beer, fancy-ish food, and a new coastal, laid-back town to fantasize about living in for the next few years while still dually enamored with and stuck in the San Franciscan urbanscape. All three expectations [...]

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Roots and Riffs

How do you find people who love plants and heavy metal? It seems a stupid question – even asking it sort of implies the two are mutually exclusive (they’re not!). Phyte Club is a venue for people who want to geek out on botany and bang their heads to brutal music, who get the [...]

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Heavy Gardening Parking Space

It seemed only too perfect that yesterday afternoon Kelsey and I pulled into a parking spot right next to our fave eatery outerlands at 45th and Judah and right there next to my open passenger door was a Heineken box stuffed with a complete set of vintage Encyclopedia of Gardening books. A sign to [...]

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