Tending a remnant of wild San Francisco.

We envision a rocky hilltop full of native plants and animals — lots of birds and pollinators. A place where you can watch the seasons turn. The wet rainy winters turn to springs bursting with wildflowers and green native grasses.

When the foggy summer arrives, the spring flowers dry into seed heads that feed and shelter birds (maybe even quail, one day). It's a long road to bring the hill back to the fullness that it was 250 years ago, but it begins with the small patch at a time.