Let them eat cake!

To be fair to his people, old kings of Hawaii would split the land of their kingdoms into pieces like slices of pie, or perhaps cheesecake would be a more fitting analogy for us…. It would start small up in the mountains and gradually widen as it came closer to the ocean. This way, all families were given a plot of land with access to hunting up high, farming in the middle, and fishing down at the ocean. Each section of land had its own name, and the plot that Hana Tropicals sits on now was once known as Wakiu. As Krista went on telling me how wonderful it all worked, and how the kings cared for equality amongst his people, Happy stood by smiling, adding that naturally the kings still gave the best slices of that cheesecake to his own offspring and close allies. So it sounds like old Hawaii wasn’t too far off from the rest of the world after all….

Speaking of cheesecake (I have to add this in,) my beloved Chelsea received three cheesecakes from a not so secret admirer, as well as avid reader of this blog. You know who you are… I was forced to keep this a secret from her ever since plans began, and picked up the cakes at Safeway in Kahaului on a grocery shopping run. Unknown to Chelsea, we drove back to Hana in the bed of Ian’s pickup, with her dream dessert at the bottom of a bag right next to her. It started pouring on that open drive back, and as we huddled under a small dirty towel that smelled like Pepper, the dog, had probably been cleaned off with….all I wanted to do that miserable, yet hilarious ride back was to tell her that slices of heaven were just inches away. Needless to say, she squealed with joy upon opening the fridge and seeing 3 cheesecakes that literally had her name on them.

In other farm news that doesn’t involved large consumptions of sugar, Krista and Ian headed off to England yesterday morning, leaving us in charge….It would seem logical that while the cat’s away, the mice will play, which may happen on its own time, but lots must carry on for the place to run. We’ve received a new worker, Nik and will be welcoming another later this week, Andy; both female regardless of their names. Nik’s great, fresh from Brooklyn, so we’ve enjoyed teaching her the ropes of Maui, and Andy’s Canadian, so better be amazing.

To update you on those pesky chickens, as I walked out first thing yeserday morning, I was greeted with my usual mob of them, squawking away at me for their food. The cats joined in as well, causing quite a rush of little animals in my direction. Such a rush, that Lay Lay frantically fell off her perch on a bench right outside the Diggs that stands near a steep edge onto the ground. Falling to the ground, she wedged herself in between a wall and a large board leaning against it. After laughing to myself, I walked down to retrieve her (closely followed by all the other chickens wondering about this sudden commotion.) It turns out I’m more of a softy with these nut jobs than I would have ideally hoped as I chose to remove Lay Lay from her distress instead of leaving her to her own devices…..

Aloha!