Talk about exotic…
We have dragonfruit growing in our outdoor shower and we’re watching the young fruit ripen, daily.
What looks like this
Will eventually look like this
and then, this
The last time we had dragonfruit, the Bohemian and I were up til midnight handcrafting 70+ wedding invitations.
We’re keeping our eye on the prize, as this kind of kiwi-esque delicacy ripens while we wash our hair.
With so much activity swirling these last weeks, the Bohemian and I seek some stillness in the sunset hour.
I repot the orchid. He plants heirloom beets and scatters Calendula seeds everywhere in the garden.
There’s potato leek soup on the stove as the sun casts golden light on the bamboo.
Sigh…
My last post documented the day trip the Bohemian and I took to Oahu this week.
What I didn’t mention was that our brief seven hours in Honolulu was a trip that would determine the course of our lives forever.
We washed the red garden dirt from our feet and flew to our neighbor island for a mission that swirled with planes, buses, downtown streets and busy highways. In the midst of the buzz, we carved out 45 minutes of time in the oasis.
Walking two miles across town to Foster Botanical Gardens our aim was ground out with the big trees. Sit in the shade. Breathe.
Which we did. We even got the blessing of the Bo Tree, a direct descendent of the Bodhi Tree in India, where the Buddha sat and received enlightenment.
And though we may not have become full awakened, our trip was certainly blessed.
The results of our great, big city undertaking are yet to be officially revealed. The details of our journey, still percolate inside of me.
More will be articulated, I’m sure.
But for now I rest in the beauty of the big trees. Where in their presence, there’s no need for words.
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