Starting with the hurricane in August, I've been scrambling to clean up downed limbs and trees on my land and nearby roads. Then came the lava flow (google hvo maps for the latest). If you planned on sticking it out, the wisdom was to stock up on essentials as the road to Hilo was looking sure to be covered by a long finger of lava from Pu'u O'o. Pahoa, lovely little Pahoa, is in the crosshairs as well. Mourning has begun for its loss, who knows whether necessarily or not. Some stores have closed, people have moved. There have been "fire sales" by some distressed owners. You can imagine what most conversations have been about.
The people of Puna are preparing for the worst, hoping for a cessations of the lava flow, and are getting to know their neighbors even better. This community, I say with a lump in my throat, is positive and caring and the best I've ever lived in.
Since real estate sales have declined in this time of uncertainty, I've had time to spend getting my garden in order. It's almost never too late to plant something here. I just planted peppers, peanuts, cukes, okra, beans, popcorn, soybeans, tomatoes and greens galore. Still have to put in onions, brussel sprouts (wishful thinking perhaps that they'll produce in the warmth), and lots of pineapple tops.
I blog so infrequently that I expect no one really reads my stuff, but if you do and want to correspond, by all means, send me a note! Especially you garden buffs. And where does the term 'bum' come fruff, anyway?