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One day in Kona, the rest on the tractor

Aloha from the biggest cyber-slacker in Hawaii. I know I've been remiss these past few days about posting. The weather's just been so nice that I just had to ride the tractor! We were finally able to get it back to the upper reaches of our property and it looks largely clearable, except for the forested part. That can be cleared too, but will take something a little bigger than my little John Deere to do it. Ah but first things first. Most of the open area is covered by tall ferns, not grass. The ferns are easy compared the the grass. So I've been mowing them into fern dust. Poof!
It just started raining ten minutes ago. In fact, it's pouring.
On Sunday, we made our quarterly pilgrimage to the west side to get some sun. We ate at a place called Quinn's Almost By the Sea, which served the best fish and chips on the island. It was ono. It was also ono; that is to say, the fish they fry is called ono, one of my favorites. You gotta appreciate a fish that's so good the Hawaiian word for it is 'delicious.' We also had crab-stuffed mushrooms. Also ono. Onolicious, in fact. Broke da mout'! We like to check our old vacation hotels and any others where we might want to stay for a night in the future. The Sheraton Keauhou Bay is nice. They've completely remodeled it. I hear their Luau is pretty good. We also stopped into the Hapuna Beach Prince Hotel. Hapuna Beach is probably the best white sand beach on the island. Here's a photo shot across their modest pool to the shoreline. Nice. The palm trees above mark the hotel's entrance. The grounds were simple but pretty. Here are some bromeliads in the lobby.
I liked it there.
Today, I'm finally going to pick up my tea cuttings. The antioxidant farm is beginning to take shape.
Whew! It's pouring so hard I can hardly hear myself think. We get plenny ua now, brah! Of course, I'm a pretty quiet thinker. In fact, I try to avoid thinking whenever possible.
Right now, we are experiencing ua hoeele (continuous rain). Some might call it ua ho'okina (excessive rain). On Kauai, the news is reporting the possibility of wai halana (flood water).
Spell check hates it when I used Hawaiian words.
A hui hou. Aloha!

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