Tuesday, April 17, 2012


Ranunculus Fields in Carlsbad, California

Perched on the sandy cliffs overlooking the Pacific Ocean is the charming village of Carlsbad located in northern San Diego County.  The views west toward the ocean always fill me with peace, and in the springtime so do the views facing east.  Because in spring, the ranunculus are in bloom.  Acres of them.  Huge rainbow stripes of flowers in butter yellows, rich reds, vibrant oranges, snow whites, deep luscious purples, and sweet pinks undulating over the landscape in the gentle ocean breezes.

On a particularly spectacular day last week, my friend Susan and I drove up to Carlsbad to have lunch and spend the afternoon wandering around the Fields.  I hadn't been there for a few years and the surprises began when we paid $10 at the gate.  "Was it that much last time?" we asked each other.  Then when I looked around I could see how much the Flower Fields' attractions have expanded since the last time I visited. They've added a sweet pea maze for the children, a flower garden and greenhouses showcasing cymbidium and poinsettia varieties (from Paul Ecke's farms), plus tram rides around the property.

                                   You can see the ocean over the village of Carlsbad.

I also learned some history of the Fields I hadn't known before.  On some well illustrated signs I read that the property was purchased in 1929 by Edwin Frazee.  The land had been slated for a housing community but the plan fell through when the stock market crashed.  It proved to be a perfect location for  Edwin Frazee and his ranuculus farm however, and he spent the next few decades developing multiple strains of this lovely flower starting from a single petal to multi petal varieties.  Ten years ago, the fields opened to the public for a few months in spring, and became a popular tourist attraction, which we now know as the Flower Fields of Carlsbad.

As we strolled around the ranuculus we noticed that there would frequently be an errant colored flower sprinkled among the other colors.  I understood that ranunculus were bulb plants so I stopped the first attendant we saw and asked if the flowers were from seed or bulbs.  He said they were both!  He explained that they are first planted with seed then the flowers are allowed to go through a complete growing cycle.  When they've begun to die back, the bulbs they form (actually tuberous roots) are harvested and sold throughout the United States, Canada and Europe.

It turned out to be a perfect day and a perfect photo op. You can't beat Mother Nature for artistry! (And,it was $10 well spent.)

This is a great example of the different varieties of ranuculus.


One of several Paul Ecke's variety of Poinsettia.

Double click on any picture for a full screen slide show!

Monday, April 2, 2012


In the green rolling hills of Sierra Madre, California, grows a plant of gargantuan proportions.  It is a huge sprawling wistaria vine, which covers over an acre of land.  It is so big, in fact, that the Guinness Book of World Records has crowned it the world's largest blooming plant.  It even has it's own coming out party held every year on the same day come rain or shine.  Unfortunately, it was rain this year--torrents of it.

Sierra Madre is a beautiful little town tucked in the hills above Pasadena, and on March 25th of each year it celebrates its main claim to fame by hosting the annual Wistaria Vine Festival.  We decided to go even though rain by the buckets had been predicted to put a damper on the festivities.  Fortunately for us, it was just sprinkling as we rode the shuttle from downtown to the quiet residential street where the Vine resides.  Once there, we walked up a short hill, turned into a modest gate and there it was:  a massive collection of gnarled vines, some the size of small tree trunks stretching from support pole to support pole that seemed to have no end.  Did Alice Brugman have any clue that the Chinese Wistaria she bought for $.75 in 1894 to beautify her new home would ever turn into this?  She must have been fascinated as her jack in the bean stalk plant flourished under her care, eventually growing to cover nearly two acres of ground at its peak.  Although her fascination must have turned into horror when in 1930 her vine on steroids essentially ate her house, crushing it with all of its 250 tons!

Sadly the Vine got a little puny after that, perhaps from guilt, and experts were brought in to prune it back to the size it is now and pump it up with vitamins.  Sadly for us, because Southern California didn't really have a winter, the Vine bloomed its head off two months early, which left us to admire the few spent blossoms that still hung around.  Mother Nature, it seems, is no respecter of festival organizers.

The Vine spans two adjoining properties and creates a pleasant canopy of blossoms.

The wistaria vine was named in honor of Caspar Wistar (1761-1818), an American
 physician.  Hence the correct spelling is wistaria and not wisteria.

This is the original vine that ate the house!

A look back across the yard towards the hills.  It reminded me of
an Italian Tuscan landscape.

The day brought back memories of my two weeks in Scotland.  I never got out of my rain coat and I became adept at taking pictures with one hand and holding my umbrella with the other.


By the time we boarded the shuttle to go to the next Sierra Madre landmark, the drizzly rain had turned into a fairly serious downpour.  However, as we pulled up in front of a beautifully restored  Queen Anne Victorian, we were glad we braved the weather.  The stately Vic was built in 1887 by Dr. Elbert Pinney as a 24 room hotel to serve guests traveling from the east to buy land and enjoy the mild winters.  Originally named the Hotel Sierra Madre, rooms were a steal at $8 to $12 a week including meals, but the potties were outside with a crescent on the door.

Over the years the "house" has had many transformations from hotel to boarding house, apartments, a sanatorium (where Jimmy Durante once came to dry out) to the current private residence of Judy and Greg Asbury.  They bought the old Girl in 2003 and have lovingly restored her to her former glory.  They've opened up cramped spaces that had been walled off when it was an apartment building and renovated it to contain 12 bedrooms and, thankfully, 11 luxurious baths each with its own claw foot tub.

The Asbury's plan to list their Treasure of the Sierra Madre home for sale soon.

The powder room off the main entry.

One of the eleven bathrooms.

There is a spacious screened in porch to the right with a belt driven fan, comfortable
chairs and a lovely view of the gardens..This is my favorite room in the house.  I'm sorry
I didn't get a good picture of it.

Door to the kitchen off the dining room.  The kitchen has been fully moderniied.

The master bedroom.

You can see I was taken with the baths.  Great attention to detail and the period.

We took the shuttle back downtown and had lunch.  Afterwards, ready to enjoy the rest of the festival,  we discovered that all of the vendors had packed up their tents and had gone home.  I felt badly for them.  The one day of the year the skys had to open up and pour down like a biblical deluge, it had to be on Festival day.  I spoke to the owner of the Pinney House and he said, "If you think this is bad you should have seen it last year!"  Rained out two years in a row.  Good grief.