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 from our wet winters, to springs bursting with wildflowers and green native grasses.

Then a 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, but it begins with the small patch of hill in front of us.