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Fledgling post

Aloha and welcome to my hawaiian rainforest blog. It does rain oddles here on the windward flanks of Mauna Loa, but not always. In fact lately it's been beautiful. We're settling into our island home, getting used to the nuances and quirks of the place. The neighborhood is eclectic. On our road, there are small cattle ranches, a couple that raises lambs, a lettuce farmer, lots of chickens, a few goats and one large pig that I suspect will one day become family bacon. We'll order up the tractor this week and within the season should be clearing the six-foot tall, viney cane grass that dominates large portions of the property. Meanswhile, we're fertilizing and liming citrus trees and getting the pets acclimated to their new tropical home. It's actually been - dare I say it in February - a little chilly these nights, with temps dipping into the low 50s. It's prompted Ron to fire up the wood stove to take the chill off in the evenings and early mornings.
I'll add photos and more information later. Until then, mahalo for checking out my blog and I'll look forward to your additions.

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