One end of our road dead ends at the base of a mountain. The other end dead ends at the beach. Lulu likes to go to the beach, so that’s the direction we walk. After the big flood a few weeks ago, however, our path to the beach is blocked right at the stream mouth—right…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Thirty-Eight
Yesterday, I received yet another text from yet another friend about yet another bird. You may be getting the impression that I’m birdy. Thing is, I haven’t even shared all the texts I’ve received from all my friends about all the birds. This particular text said, “I no see um,” followed by an emoji of…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Thirty Seven
When I was in college, my Mom would send me care packages. I now know she must have been going through empty nest syndrome as one by one, year by year, her three kids fledged. As the last, I may have benefitted the most. Being the only daughter may have helped, too. Plus, at the…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Thirty Six
Today, we’re celebrating ‘Ōhi‘a Lehua Day, and I’m writing about trees for the third day in a row. (Don’t worry; I’m not sharing poetry again today!) We planted a two-foot-tall ‘ōhi‘a (Metrosideros polymorpha) in our yard about a year ago. As I tend to do, I use natural fertilizer to give the trees a head…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Thirty-Five
“It’s gray here,” I texted my friend Anne this morning. We often write together virtually first thing in the morning. “How are things in your neck of the woods?” “Sunny,” she replied. Anne lives in California. “Birds are singing.” “Here, too,” I wrote. “I can’t imagine a world without birds,” she said. “Our first line…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Thirty-Four
I’m thinking about trees. Appropriate for Earth Day + one. Appropriate also for the days leading up to ‘Ōhi’a Lehua Day this Saturday. I think about trees every day, all day. I talk about trees every day, all day. My job is to think and talk about trees all day, five days a week. In…
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