Smells
The Kiawe Smoke Wagon guy (say Kee-ah-vay) parks his smoke meats truck down the road from our house and Christmas is a big Kiawe smoke meats kind of time I guess because he's firing the thing up at about 6am and smoking the meat like crazy and since all our windows are open to this cool winter air (by cool we're talking upper 60's) we get a big whiff of smoked meats in the morning before we're even out of dream states. He's such a sweet guy I don't think anyone has the heart to tell him to move the truck. But there is also the swine farm up Lualualei valley and when the trades taper off, then the pig smell sits in our crater and also wafts in the windows at bedtime. There's nothing like fresh pig smell after an early morning, mountain downpour.
Too cool to close the windows and turn the air on. No so completely offensive to our vegetarian noses that we gag, but just the right amount of "ewww..." to make you take notice. So I light incense. Today was jasmine in the morning and jasmine again in the afternoon, followed by candles from illuminations in the scents of thai market and tuberose. Thank goodness Reverend Park came by with his niece and nephew to play with Imagine! Yay! He brought fresh pummelo from the temple's trees and man was it fragrant. I put it on the windowsill right over the kitchen sink so it was under my nose all through making lunch and dinner and cleaning up. I think that if we ever had to move from the islands I would deeply miss the scent of fresh pummelo.
Too cool to close the windows and turn the air on. No so completely offensive to our vegetarian noses that we gag, but just the right amount of "ewww..." to make you take notice. So I light incense. Today was jasmine in the morning and jasmine again in the afternoon, followed by candles from illuminations in the scents of thai market and tuberose. Thank goodness Reverend Park came by with his niece and nephew to play with Imagine! Yay! He brought fresh pummelo from the temple's trees and man was it fragrant. I put it on the windowsill right over the kitchen sink so it was under my nose all through making lunch and dinner and cleaning up. I think that if we ever had to move from the islands I would deeply miss the scent of fresh pummelo.