Grape soda lupines (lupinus excubitus). These grow wild on the roadsides here, intermingled with the wild mustard (Father Serra was also here). Just gorgeous. They’re supposed to smell like their name, but we couldn’t catch the faintest whiff of grape.
Blood and Guts in the Bonny Glen
All Dem Leaves
I Hate to Have to Tell You This
Gardening Tip for the Lazy—I Mean Busy—Mother