If you've visited Hawaii or attended a luau, you may have tried their version of pulled pork called "Kalua Pig." Since the traditional Hawaiian way of making Kalua pig involves banana leaves, a deep hole, and a fire pit, it is unlikely you will attempt to make it this way. However, there IS a very easy way to make your own Kalua Pork.Read More
I came to Irish Dance reluctantly. I've been a sports mom for 18 of the past 22 years. Put me by a baseball diamond or a soccer field with my fold-up chair, lap blanket, and travel mug of coffee, and I'm right at home.Read More
After a strange week, we are finally here in Hawaii. We had some delays due to Hurricane Sandy, but I don't even want to complain because others have suffered so much, while our impact was simply inconvenience.
At any rate, we have arrived in the Land of Aloha! Even though it's only been a year, I'd forgotten the blueness of the sky and water, the sweetness of the air, and the beauty everywhere. I'm just breathing for a bit.
After the busyness of the past several weeks, I've finally had time to turn my attention to tending little things like my
weed garden flowerbed.
I've been doing battle with this tree across the street for months.
Now that the tree seems to be finished raining down its daily mess, I realized it was high time I pulled the few weeds I saw last week and cleaned up the front bed. Yikes.
It was much worse than I thought. I guess the tropical warmth and the extra rain we've had lately have multiplied those few weeds.
This became time-consuming pretty quickly. I'm obviously not a good gardener. I do love the results of gardening, but tend to forget to get around to the upkeep of it, so we don't need to discuss the number of plants that have met an untimely death under my watch. However, once I get working outside, I quickly remember how much I do enjoy it. I love the quiet, the time for thinking, the connection with nature. So I got digging around pretty good with my little rake. In my zeal, I accidentally pulled a good plant up by its roots, and I'm pretty certain I touched cat poo at one point.
The younger me would have been frustrated that I let it get this bad, berated myself over the thought that if I had just worked on it a little bit at a time, it wouldn't have become such a big job...I've been told that the inside of your purse and the state of your yard show the state of your mind, and to that I say: oh well.
Today, I chose to focus on the growth. Those plants were only inches tall when we arrived at this house, and look at them now! It is a bit like my life...quite a few cares and little irritations and yet, growth. Not perfection, a bit messy, but yes indeed, some good growth is going on.
And at the end of it all, I found this perfect little nest blown down from the big tree. We can miss these little things if we fret too much.