From my window

From my office window, beyond the computer monitor, I see a backdrop of green from the tall grass in the pasture to the swaying drapes of trees. The tall eucalyptus tower over the 'ohi'a, recently freed from the mass of invading trees and shrubs. The straight and narrow guaiwi trees are festooned by 'uluhe scaling their heights.
Malihini pear, persimmon, and citrus trees are like odd holiday decorations festooned with fruit of brown, yellow, and orange.

Out of the corner of the window, I see the edge of our catchment tank, a visual reminder of how many loads of laundry I can do this week.

In the early morning, the sweet songs of the Hwaimei make us stop to listen. The sound of cars passing on the highway become white noise.

The richness of our property is shown by the tall kupukupu ferns that are over two feet tall and grow in large stands in our pasture. The ieie plants, spiraling upward in the trees tell us that the forest is well. How lucky we are to be witness to this kind of beauty.