One evening while driving down the street I saw these clouds. Yes, this is exactly what they look like. I had to stop my car in the middle of the street and pull out my trusty iPhone and this is what I got. Lucky I live Hawaii
Actually I’m his sponsor being that I am showing you photos that my son, Joseph, took.
Now I wasn’t with him and so I’m not sure but I think this was out at Waimea Bay. Joseph loves his GoPro and I think gets some pretty nice photos with it.
Though many a time I’ve seen turtles Surfing (yes they surf) in the waves, I’ve never seen them under water.
Joseph was able to get up and personal with them.
And now back to our regular program. Well when I get around to posting it.
There is so much to know about making a luau. None of which I can even begin to tell you. My son called me and asked if I wanted to go out to Waianae to visit his cousin Kaipo. Oh Yes! I love to visit with him. He has so many stories about the Hawaiian side of his family and it’s never a dull moment around him.
Then my son said were going to go to Makaha to the beach so that Kaipo can show the kids how to find rocks for the imu. The imu is the pit that the pig is roasted in with special types of rocks and this was what we were going to look for. I’ve shown this photo in another blog but I thought it would help to illustrate how they put the rock inside of the pig and then into the hot rocks into the ground which is the imu. There is much more preparation then that but in the interest of time and my brain that has forgotten most of it I think you will get the picture.Here is Kaipo checking out something in the water. I imagine this is where he looks for the rocks. And do you know why I have to imagine? Well once we got there I forgot to pay attention as I could not stop taking photos. So needless to say, I don’t have a photo of the rocks..
Then I thought I should go and listen to what they are saying as they gathered around Kaipo. So I walk over to where they all gathered and my son tells me, “I’m glad your taking photos. Can you make sure to get Laʻkea on the boogie board. Well so much for learning anything.
Well he may not have found anything in the coral but he certainly found a crab in the sand.As I looked around I found this memorial. Iʻm not sure but since this is inlaid into the coral Iʻm thinking he might have been killed while fishing. A lot of memorials go up at the beach where fishermen have been taken into the water by high waves and drowned.
So we say good-by to Kaipo and the gang no wiser about luau rock then I was. But, you know crabs live in the sand, kids love the waves and I need to quit being distracted by my camera.
There is a Kalua coming up and they will be digging an imu, roasting a pig and most definitely there will be luau rock. If I can keep my attention on the imu, I will then get a photo of the rock, thatʻs if we donʻt end up at the beach.
I’ve been out of commission for a couple of months (to be blogged later) My garden went to pot. I cried because there was not a whole lot I could do about it. Now I’m getting back on track and I’ve been putting many an hour in and it seems my garden is very happy for it.
The one plant I’ve really given attention to is my Hibiscus tree.
Now I can hear some of you saying, “Hibiscus?” That is just an ugly weed! Not so fast and too loud. I don’t want my tree to hear. My hibiscus has been perking up with all the attention and does not look like an ant colony anymore.
Why would I care about a hibiscus? Well I do like the flowers, and yes because it is like a weed it grows quite fast. Especially when you water it. (yes I still feel bad about that) But most of all this is why I love this tree.
We’re in the middle of a tsunami of humidity and I’m ready for a big glass of this. Since I’ve been watering my Hibiscus it is now blooming on my side of the garden and not just over the fence for my neighbor to enjoy. (she made the tea also.)
Now I’ll share this with you. (and only those of you who love your tree)
I was given this recipe from a friend. I really like it. Try it too and have a nice fresh cold one. Bottoms up!
Hibiscus Iced Tea
a quart and a half of boiling water,
12 hibiscus steeped for 20 minutes ( I added some rooibos tea, 2 TBS)
when steeped I put 3 tbsp German Rock Sugar
4 tsp lime juice
a thumb size piece of grated ginger
let it all sit for another hour.
It originally is made with honey but I was all out.
Another blessing from my garden waiting to get ripe. No recipe needed just cut and enjoy.
Itʻs just a trunk, but, what a trunk
I Arrived early at Waimea Beach. I was meeting my son with his friends and family. They had not arrived yet and as I waited I was stunned by the beauty that surrounded me. I asked myself the same question I always ask myself. Why, when all of this breath-taking scenery abounds around me, do I stay home?
The early hour with the sight of the clouds and the soothing action of the ocean just make me smile. Sorry I donʻt remember what that tower was for. It might even be part of a church. If you click on the photo it will bring the cross into view.
I’m so looking forward to finely getting some sun. It seemed like summer was never going to get here and so with my family we trek down to the other side of the beach opposite of this scene.
They both want to trek back to where we were (where I took the photo.) My son says Why didn’t you say that’s where you wanted to swim. (there all settled in with blankets down and radio playing and digging into the snacks.) The boys say it is too rough and they can’t catch waves.
So I volunteer to follow them to where they want to go on the condition that they bring a chair for me. They gladly pick up one of the chairs and back down the beach we go.
And soon they disappear into the waves. Waimea can get pretty rough and as tough as these boys are I started to worry after twenty minutes and so back down the beach we trekked again. Now it is starting to rain and I still have not taken off my jacket and wrap.
The boys it seems didn’t want calm. This is where the problematic reading comes in. Can you see to the right the stretched out body diving into the water? That’s my grandson’s friend. This is what they have been waiting for. The right waves to jump into off of the rock.
Ah to be young again and have thick skin and I would add a thick skull to jump off that rock with. I never did take off my get-up, but I had the most wonderful day with Laʻakea and how can I complain when I’ve been gifted rainbows.
Though full of thorns I love this rose. But it was dying out in the front of the house with the hot sun drying up its flowers before it could finish its bloom. It is called “Aloha” and is a mighty hard plant to find aside from this one I found at the local hardware store.
The Aloha Rose
So I cut some stems from it and dipped them in “Rooting” and prayed. One stem actually took. So I had the plant itself and the one stem and put them in pots in the back yard. In time the plant picked up but the new stem died.
Last week I trimmed the rose back and thought I would try with another 2 stems. I once again dipped them in Rooting and stuck them back into the same pot. Oh what the heck I thought I’ll take a gamble. Within a couple of days leaves started popping!
Spectacular! I just might get another plant. Every morning I watered it and admired the little stems and the tiny leaves. This morning as I watered it, more leaves were popping from the one and the other was just starting to get a leaf. I was so happy.
I started my “Poop Patrol” with Caddie behind me. After cleaning up the messes in the yard from the dogs, I went back to take one last look at the roses. Only now their were no stems? What the heck? Caddie had disappeared.
I looked all around. One lonely stem laid on the dirt inside the pot. I looked desperately for the stem with all the leaves. Then Caddie appeared again. WHERE IS MY STEM I yelled at her. WHERE IS MY STEM?
Caddie giving me her sadist look
It’s not even 7AM and I’m going nuts. My daughter is telling me to calm down “the main rose is still alive” she said as though she was the voice of god. This only made me madder and I yelled “Can’t I even get upset?”
Caddie has eaten every single new sprout she can get her teeth into in my garden. I go out and water and there are bite marks on all the leaves in my yard. I knew it was her. But the Rose? I never thought she would touch it. Thorns!
She knew I was furious and she kept trying to come up to me to forgive her. But I couldn’t. I banished her to the house and I kept on looking. I went to the side of the house that I had fenced off from the dogs. And what did I see? No, not the stem but the make shift fence that all the dogs were afraid of was now plowed down. I KNEW who had done it. The smallest dog of all. Kylie. The one who jumped on the kitchen table, the one who jumped on the island and threw food down to the other dogs. She was nowhere to be seen. She was on the couch with her feet up in the air oblivious of me ranting and raving.
Kylie the Fearless. Ka Mea on the right was in the bed first but Kylie just pushed him aside and made herself comfortable. She is the smallest of the dogs but she pushes all the fences down, and goes where none of the other dogs will go. She would be a good candidate to send to outer space.
I fixed the fence and went back to hunting for the stem. But alas I had to give up. Caddie sat next to me with her big eyes begging to be forgiven and all I could do is look down at the pot and then down at my feet. I was standing on the stem and the little tiny shiny leaves were broke off next to it. I was heartbroken. But I picked up the stem in the pot and the one under my foot, once again, got the Rooting, stuck the stems in the powder and back into the pot. This is war! I put up a fence around the pot, watered the plant, chased Max away from the plant as he tried to reach the leaves and headed back into the house to take Nico to school.
A rose by any other name will never be called Caddie!