I took all the “house orchids” – the ones we had around and about lanais that for the most part we got when we arrived in July, and planted them in the trees.
Most of them went around the wedding pavilion.
This is a fun process. The orchid is tucked into a spot where trees grow together, or into the bark of the hapu’u fern where fronds once grew, and wedged with moss and dried hapu’u fronds and sometimes the fur that coats the fronds when they are new. The fur is actually more like over processed hair – long and silky and golden. It’s what’s in the photo.
Then I tie orchid food into a piece of old nylon pantyhose and wrap that in fern and moss and tuck in into the orchid plant.
The orchids mostly rebloom, usually about twice a year.
Nov 07, 02:02PM PST | 3 cheers | 0 comments
“A master at the art of living makes no distinction between his work and his play, his labor and his leisure, his mind and his body, his education and his recreation, his love and his religion – he hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues with excellence what he is about and leaves others to determine, whether he is working or playing. He himself always knows, he is doing both.” – Wilfred A. Peterson” ~thank you Josh for posting this on your front page
The image is the champagne pond at Kapoho – warmed by Kilauea Volcano
Nov 07, 01:39PM PST | 0 comments
this may the finest wine in its class
it is relatively inexpensive and stands tall and broad shouldered in the crowd.
Pretty presentation in the gold basket string. Bold, assertive, nuanced. I won’t get into all the words for the flavor. We had it tonight with island eggplant in a parmesan style but with other cheeses. Then chocolate. Great with both.
Nov 06, 09:22PM PST | 3 cheers | 0 comments
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