It might not be even too far fetched to say but I think I might be enjoying this. Well, that might be pushing it. If I don't get this done though....I doubt it will happen anytime soon.
Sodding! We Canadians don't even know the half of it. Laying sheets of sod on the ground is peanuts...I tell you...its for wimps! Check out the piece of sod above....think of it like a huge slab of Costco cake... cut it up into 1" squares, dig yer hole and plop 'er in. That's how the Hawaiians do it. It's like playing while squatting on a yard-size checker board. It took me 6 hours to do almost 1 piece of sod alone. I was covered in red dirt from head to foot and exhausted by the end of the day. I could barely move the next day. FYI... it is funner and faster to do this with a friend or 3. And that's how the rest of the yard is being managed. Our friends Ray and Syl have come to the rescue! Let me tell you, Ray puts Tim the tool man to shame. This Japanese version of Tim Taylor has all the gadgets and all the know-how! He is a wealth of information coupled with humility and and a servant heart. He is amazing (so is the woman that walks beside him)!! And they are both committed, dedicated followers of Jesus Christ and that makes it all the more wonderful!
So we are working our little bunnies off in the backyard...landscaping, planting the seedlings I've been collecting, fertilizing, mowing, yada, yada yada....all that home ownership stuff. But I'm confident that soon we'll garnish results in the backyard. The red dirt will be masked by healthy green grass and hopefully it will stay out of the house and out of my carpets and white furniture. I can't wait!!
My happy potted gerberas
And....as we speak Uncle Sonny, Ed and John are working hard at putting up a chain link fence so the "wee-er" members of the family don't catapult themselves the 100' ft cliff that we find ourselves living on.
Aah...and so it begins....home ownership!










Waiting to dance "He Mele No Lilo"








Some hot stuff....I think I singed the hairs off my arm


After a few photos we headed into the Jaggar Museum where we read about the life of a volcano and saw some burnt offerings in the form of Volcanic bombs (cooled chunks of spewing lava) and Pele's hair which is a collection of shreds of volcanic glass. In Hawaiian mythology, Pele, pronounced /pele/, (peh-leh, not pay-lay) is the goddess of fire, lightning, dance, volcanoes and violence. She is a daughter of Haumea and Kane Milohai, and her home is believed to be the fire pit Halema'uma'u at Kīlauea crater on Mauna Loa, earth's largest mountain; but her domain encompasses all volcanic activity on the Big Island of Hawai'i. Enough of the impromptu history lesson...we then headed down the Chain of Craters Road where we toured through the Thurston Lava Tubes and saw the charcoal remains of recent lava flows between 1969-1979. We lost the younger and smaller one who got sucked up in the crevices of the lava field. Joking mom........(hey....not nice, those clothes make me look fat!)
Lots of hiking and a very patient and cooperative Ben and we saw all kinds of lava fields...in fact...they were everywhere with no end in sight. Acres and acres of complete and utter devastation with hope for a rebirth. Oddly enough, green things (I won't call them plants b/c they were probably just very hardy and resilient weeds) pushed up and through often 6 feet of hardened lava to greet the sunshine. We continued to hike 1 1/2 miles to the Pu'uloa Petroglyph Trail through scalding heat as you can imagine how those nice black rocks soak up the suns rays. It's like walking through the desert without the sand in your eyes.



