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A Walk, a Wall, a Wash: Tujunga

Unusually dark, almost black squirrel. Portola seems to point to that squirrel; his gesture is a message for the Indians! Hallo; Portola didn’t explore California in a ship. Nor did he wear a Conquistador’s moro. Hmm..I suppose it’s meant as Portola, the embodiment of Cortez, still in the eighteenth century savaging the continent, still seeking Califia and her gold-banded viragoes. Hmm… the art made me think. So I guess the squrrel was just a McGuffin?

I went over to check the the other side — and sort of cheered up…

Growing up and through the arms of a sheltering white sage, I found a saltbush. I had just seen one on Sugarloaf last week, and tried to research the species name by using the usual head-banging method: stabbing words into the search engine, which you think would describe the plant to a botanist, if you were trying to think as botanists think. Chaparral erect shrub; numerous spikes cones inflorescences small yellow flowers; leaves dull green like oak but pointy spiny spiked pike-shaped lobed; September flower. Try! If you pull up saltbush I’m a Dutchman. I finally gave up and went to check the Linnaean for mulefat; and up came a random nature page that said it featured mulefat — but not showing mulefat at ALL. But there was a saltbush in the corner of the shot, and they, mentioned it the caption. So now I know! You too. Check out the fabulous leaves. They’re soft, not sharp at all.

Like almost every plant in the CFP this could easily be a prized garden ornamental. I went to Home Depot today on a yard-redo-job, and in their entire enormous garden wing, they had NOT ONE CFP plant for sale, except the remote possibility that some of the succuulents might be CFP cactus. But they didn’t even carry cholla! (I doubled right back to the Theodore Payne Foundation, nevermind the traffic, and got the right plants for a California garden…) My California Initiative PLANT YOUR FUTURE! STATEWIDE, NO SALES TAX ON CFP PLANTS! Write your assemblyman. California plants hardly need water and don’t need any fertilizer or soil amendments WHATSOEVER. Every nursery in California should have them on prominent display, instead of their fifteen aisles full of butterfly bushes and pesticides and hi-nitro jump-juice that are poisoning the world. A CFP yard is practically free and brings butterflies and birds and bees TO LIFE and TO YOUR DOOR; a ‘conventional’ garden (lawn; plus your normal hyper-toxed beds-and-borders full of showy exotics) is expensive and KILLS LIFE DEAD. It’s as simple as that.

The tan-yellow veins in the schist were dazzling with mineral sparkles in the afternoon sun; but the sparkle never comes out in photos. Gold-bearing ore? Gold Creek is a Tujunga Tributary.,.

Look For The Silver Lupines

“…whenever clouds appear in the blue.”

You know I’ve been looking forward to documenting the rejuvenation of the CFP in this area. Well, for a coronavirus cheer-up, today I walked, masked as a desperado, over to the Wash to check on God’s Little Scrub-Patch.



Reveling in the aroma of wet sage and deerweed, sweetened with chaparral honeysuckle, I looked forward to seeing how fat and purple the lupines had gotten after yet another few days of late rain. Remember these lovely plants from the last few weeks? Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore?

Well, here’s what I found in the lupine meadow.

The Flying Monkeys came and mowed it to hell. WORSE: I think I was the reason! Last time I was there I pulled some invasive grass. I think somebody noticed and said “look, it’s clear that grass needs cutting, take it out!” And some city crew saw the order and…. “mowed the grass.”

Remember this is a protected area for California Native Plants. Remember what was here, in addition to the lupines:

FUCK.

Tempus Adest Floridum — Tujunga Wash Carol

Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque flores
Vernales mox; in omnibus immutantur mores.
Hoc, quod frigus laeserat, reparant calores;
Cernimus hoc fieri per multos colores.

— Carmina Burana, CB 142, 12th c.

Blossom time’s a-comin’ fast, rilin’ all them flowers.
Spring gets into everything, with her eerie powers.
“Rainy Season’s gone at last! Sun’s out! Tanning weather!”
Scrub greens bronze, turn pink, red, gold, purple, brown-as-leather.

— ‘Tujunga Wash Carol,’ trad., SFV. Recorded by VVV, Easter, 2020
Happy Easter from the Valley Village Masked View

Coming Out In The Wash

Today I went for a walk again to Tujunga Wash.

It’s close enough to meet “exercise within neighborhood” guidelines, so it’s the perfect place to get some vitamin D and socially distant exercise. (Sadly, nobody goes to look at native plants. To 99% of Angelenos, these are “the tules,” the weeds, the sticks, the scrub, the wash, the concrete canyon, the waste place. Thus to escape Angelenos, native plants are a sure resort.)

It’s been a torrent of a spring, changeable and tempestuous, weather that is itself a fun thing just to be out in, when every winged creature is cheeping and buzzing and flapping and croaking and cawing and wheeling overhead in a Wedgwood sky. It’s been torture every day to resist going out in the weather, to see what flowers have popped.

Phacelia calendula, California bluebells. Only two plants, but that’s all you need to tango.

To keep my weekly “parole” legal, focused and therefore efficient, instead of walking aimlessly, I’m planning to do a week-by-week photo-document of how this patch of scrub grows and develops through the season. Jepson couldn’t have asked for a better laboratory. In the next few weeks you can watch, with me, as Tujunga Wash Comes Out; the San Fernando Valley’s Oldest Spiring Debutante. (Ignore the concrete dress, writes Dorothy Kilgallen; Tujunga’s an Army Corps brat; but she’s got good breeding. She’s descended from Big Tujunga on one side, and Little Tujunga on the other; so there is good potential here.)

Smog-free skies have contributed to this very robust growth. Pollution is even more toxic to the CFP than it is to traditional North American landscapes, so this is a good spring to monitor a smog-free bloom (we hope, the first of many.) Below, the lupines are going crazy; lupines and cholla and sunflowers? What an amazing habitat.

We just had a week of record rainfall. too. But even with the sparkling air and the Midas touch of sunshine, this biome feels like it has found its feet at last; that individual plants are at last working together, merging into that emergent organism, the aromatic, wildlife-attracting, self-evolving scrub.

In coming weeks, if I’m not in a ventilator, watch this space to see those white sage spikes fluff out in flower.