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The Green, Green Grass of Home

Winter rains bring out the Spanish in California. If a growth of grass like this year’s had come in the ranching period, the herds of Mexican longhorns would have increased past counting. The profits from the tallow-and-hide trade with the Yankees at San Pedro would have been a cause for setting off fireworks. Ramona’s Allesandro would have grown so drowsy counting the sheep in his flock, he might have lain down in the hills for a ten year snooze, like Rip Van Winkle. Andres Pico never saw it looking so lush and fat. But this is the Spanish winter green that he, and the Franciscans, labored to create.

A landscape that was re-grassed for, and by, European stock animals.

How did it happen so quickly? You can’t make bricks without straw. It explains why the Missions took so long (the 1790s, really) to get up their great adobe buildings.

  “ And Pharaoh saith, Go ye, get you straw where ye can find it: yet not ought of your work shall be diminished. So the people were scattered abroad throughout all the land of Egypt to gather stubble instead of straw…

And the taskmasters hasted them, saying, Fulfil your works, your daily tasks, as when there was straw.
And the…children of Israel…were beaten, and…cried unto Pharaoh, saying, Wherefore dealest thou thus with thy servants?…There is no straw given unto thy servants, and they say to us, Make brick: and, behold, thy servants are beaten; but the fault is in thine own people.”

Exodus 5

Mission San Fernando was the largest adobe complex ever built in California. Adobe bricks themselves cure in the sun; but if they are not covered with a tile roof and slathered with gleaming whitewash, they slump into mud with the first rain, just like the hills. Now, terra-cotta tile, and quicklime for whitewash, had to be fired in kilns, and kilns had to be fueled with oak. (Don’t blame the padres entirely: most of the Mission quicklime was sold to the pobladores of Los Angeles, to whitewash their adobe casitas downtown.)

“Gen. Andres Pico and Two Old Indians at San Fernando Mission” (1865). Left to right in background: glimpses of Limekiln, Lopez, and Kagel Canyons.
I’m pretty sure these are the Pacoima Hills at sunrise. That’s Tujunga Wash; the Verdugos; and, in a haze of purple mountain majesty, the distant San Gabriels fading away. 1883.
Spanish grass pasture has taken over the thin, recent layer of fertile soil that masks the fact
that these hills are essentially uplifted dunes of beach sand.

“The conversion of California’s grasslands to non-native grasslands began with European contact. European visitors and colonists introduced plants both intentionally and accidentally.  Adobe bricks from the oldest portions of California’s missions (1791-1800s) contained remains of common barley (Hordeum vulgare), Italian ryegrass (Lolium multiflorum), redstem filaree (Erodium cicutarium), wild oat (Avena fatua), spiny sowthistle (Sonchus asper), curly dock (Rumex crispus), wild lettuce (Lactuca sp., wild mustard (Brassica sp.) and others (Hendry 1931).

Most of the nonnative and invasive plants in California originated from the Mediterranean region of Eurasia and North Africa. Exotic Mediterranean annual plants altered California’s native grasslands to such an extent that it has been called “the most spectacular biological invasion worldwide” (Kotanen 2004).”

from the website California’s Coastal Prairies

http://web.sonoma.edu/cei/prairie/index.shtml

Land that is disturbed for any reason (fire, flood, landslide, man or beast traffic) gets immediately be re-colonized by the invasive grasses. Mudslides, in particular, displace native plants.

Three different green California hillsides.

The peculiar geology around Hansen Dam allows a View of three green communities, on three ridges. The middle ridge is a forgotten corner of the golf course. Somehow this olive-green hued knoll either retained, or re-grew after the Army Corps left, a native foothill chaparral flora: mature laurel sumac trees, shoulder-high sagebrush, buckwheat, cholla cactus, native sunflowers and bunch grasses. Above it, carpeting Top Hill., is the deep green of the naturalized Spanish/Mexican pasture grass mix, Old World foxtails and wild oats and rye and brome.

The bottom, bright green and yellow ridge is a small alluvial dump that just a week ago washed down from a new bridle path ramp. The disturbed soil immediately sprouted mustard shoots and turf weeds. The native plants nearby are putting out root; they won’t get a chance for a foothold until they set seed in the fall. If a hot summer burns off the “weeds”, the California natives might get a chance.

New Year’s Eve 2018 Orphan Photo Re-View

New Year’s Eve is a holiday all about waiting.

To soothe you with distractions during the anxious hours before Midnight, the Valley Village View offers a look at photos that never made the editor’s cut. Good pictures, interesting subjects, and maybe I intended to blog about them, but never found the right angle, or didn’t have the time to research. Or conversely, I felt I had so MUCH to say about a subject that I set the whole thing on the back burner, and forgot. So fill the fireplace with enough wood to last until 12:00, curl up with your bottle of Korbel Brut, and enjoy the re-View!

LA’s City Hall shines in dark times; an incorruptible beacon aloof from the tawdry commerce of the streets.

In February, 2018, I went to Rome. I wanted to write about how Roman history affected the civic development of modern cities like Los Angeles. I still do.

Mother’s Day brunch at the Scientology Celebrity Center. It’s a thing.

The blog doesn’t need more photos of cacti. But note that they are frequently the victims of graffiti.

Alan Chapman and Gail Eichenthal, stalwart hosts of America’s number ONE classical music station, and America’s number ONE most popular NPR station, in any format. Go KUSC!
So I went to Lodi….here it is.
Lovely mid-century memorial mosaic in Valley Village Preesbyterian.
The atrium at the Central Library.

LA has fascinating cemeteries, but it seems morbid to highlight them more than once a year at Days of the Dead. One day I’ll get to Hollywood Forever, which has more famous stars than any other. Till then, taste eternity. The reflecting pool is the double grave of Douglas Fairbanks, Senior and Junior.

The campus at Los Angeles Valley College has been re-designed. You get the idea: “Old and New at Valley College.”

Saved from destruction, happily installed on the patio of the Idle Hour in NoHo.

Some curiosities of California vernacular architecture. A) Replacing a 100-year old redwood roof by scraping the old shingles off with pitchforks. B) The porch of a gorgeous Craftsman in Placerita Canyon, minus the Craftsman. C) The fascinating double-roofed cold storage house at Los Encinos, which turns out to be storing… D) A load of adobe bricks! Jackpot!

Corredore at NoHo High, forlorn during a school break.
L.A.’s replica of the Mexican bell that rang out the “Grito de Dolores”. This holiday, November 19, is celebrated as the beginning of Mexican independence from Spain.

I have no idea what this bell is — but it’s outside the Central Library.

Caution: Robot at Work. NoHo Station.

Every Labor Day, a little traveling fun fair still enlivens NoHo Park.
Local celebrity Angelyne, spotted in Valley Village.

Walk streets near the Southwest Museum, one of LA’s most historic neighborhoods. I came upon a memorial shrine in the staircase; and another to the Black Virgin of Guadalupe, whose apparition to Juan Diego is celebrated on December 12.

Happy New Year! Prospero ano! Viva California!

The Mission Sam Fermamdo Rey de Espana is fronted by this magnificent arcade that stretches along Camino San Fernando, its shady recesses still beckoning visitors. This building is the high-water mark of Franciscan architecture in California. 

This was the largest adobe building in Alta California.  It was also the most comfortable place to stop for a few days. Here were dense orchards, spring-fed Moorish fountains and irrigated gardens, workshops to repair your careta or shoe your horse. San Fernando also boasted fine old vineyards producing some of the best wine and brandy in the province. Plus it housed the padres’ splendid library; and important visitors could expect fine beds in private apartments. Humbler folk bunked down in the breezy arcade.

John C. Fremont made this the headquarters of the California Battalion in the first week of January, 1847, on his march south toward Los Angeles. Though Fremont was noted for sleeping out in the rough, his officers certainly took the warm beds in the Convento. This must have galled Andres Pico, hiding out with his Lancers at Verdugo’s ranch. Pico had leased the former Mission property; he had run cattle on it and vinted wine there, and considered the site his own rancho. 

On the cold morning of January 13, 1847, down this arcade Fremont sauntered; upon these steps he saddled up, turning his collar up against the steady rain; along this road he cantered out to the Campo de Cahuenga, under flag of truce, to receive Andres Pico’s, and California’s, surrender. Was he whistling an air as he rode?