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One of the things RB and C have in common is that we're late bloomers. We won't get into all the clammy high-school specifics, but it's something that we bond on. So — it's no surprise that late autumn flowers endear themselves to us. The cigar...

When our guava harvest is complete and the gin is infused, this is our drink of choice. Fleur de sel caramel sauce is a must, like the one we found from Praline's Patisserie at the La Jolla Open Aire Market. We found ourselves using the guava slice to...

Agave americana Common names: Century plant, maguey, American aloe Appearance: A jade crown in a dustbowl, hungry bats flitting past its teeth Occupation: Star of the long-running Wile E. Coyote Sculpture Hour Scent: A sugared buzzsaw with basenotes of musky sheriff. Zones: Throwing shade on your vegan pancakes outside Needles, CA History: Queen of the monocots,...

We live in a catty neighborhood. Between indulged strays and outdoor pets, cats are constantly drifting in and out of gardens on our block. Our favorite is the darling Petunia, who bears an uncanny resemblance to RB’s childhood kitty, Oakie. A purring puddle of fur, she's picky...

When one of our flowerbeds was in urgent need of some sprucing, we acted on a tip from a landscape architect friend and headed east to a wholesale nursery. The place turned out to be a sprawling, plant-hunting goldmine. The only hitch? We had to pretend...

We entered into our air plant relationship with a bunch of misconceptions. They're generally misunderstood; the mythology goes: they're easy (how difficult can they be — they're like the breatharians of the plant world), they're bland, flowerless, overpriced novelties at Home Depot. Alternatively, it's easy...

Our pride and joy is the 60-plus-year-old guava tree outside our kitchen window. It’s a feijoa to be exact, AKA a pineapple guava, and every August and September — in exchange for water, animal action, ferns and a custom RB table at its root —...

“Feed me, Seymour,” the line goes, originally uttered by the neediest plant in history. Little Shop of Horrors gave us (both!) mega nightmares as kids. If only we'd known that someday we would grow to enable our own crop of bloodthirsty carnivores. We brought them home...

During our pilgrimages to Palm Springs, we of course go nuts over the cacti and all the swooping, low-slung architecture and furniture. But tonight we’d like to raise a glass of peyote wine to an unsung deciduous wonder of the desert: the palo verde trees. Springtime...