The temperature was like summer. The air dry. Only a very gentle breeze. Perfect day for preparing a new bed for pole beans, summer squash, and herbs.
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| Sifting the lepo to get loamy soil ... tilth |
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| And bare feet! |
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| Perfect weather for drying clothes, too |
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As I sat taking a break at the picnic table I saw something big in the lower chicken yard. A flash of black. A flash of red.
Pileated Woodpecker. |
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| Mary, our friend and land-mate said she thought we were now hanai-parents (adopted parents) to a pair of Pileated Woodpeckers after the land across the road was clear-cut this family lost their habitat. They're welcome here. |
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| Sunset. Bright orange ball through the trees. In the west. |
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| Later in the evening the sky and the forest was a shade of violet. |
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| This was ka la (the sun) at sunrise on this po. In the East. |
"Na 'Aumakua mai ka la hiki a ka la kau!
Ancestors from the rising to the setting sun"
Last night when I was pau with playing in the dirt, I had a big WOOW. We live in a place where we can see the sun rise in the east and set in the west. Sacred space. Mahalo na 'aumakua, hilo ia a pa'a.
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