A week in San Diego provided a riot of impressions. The flora of California is a wonder with desert staples mixing with coastal flowers, flowering trees, palms and pines and extravagant tropical exotics. It is an Aeonium paradise with rosettes of all sizes beaming out in profusion. California is also hospitable to other warm climate flowers such as the Ice Plant from South Africa with abundant large yellow flowers with triangular fleshy leaves. The cliffs at La Jolla are rich in magnificent drifts of colour, some of which proved to be great banks of nasturtiums. Who would have thought the English suburban favourite could appear so Californian?
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