Photos of my farm
Kauai is a meditation. It is hitting pause. It is turning your cellphone off and being OK
with it. It is sweating through macnut harvesting clothes and showering outdoors. It is red dirt caked on your feet, under your nails, ruining every article of clothing. It is falling asleep to symphonies of crickets and waking at all hours to those damn wild roosters who are oblivious to dawn. It is centipede bites and fresh papayas to soothe the sting, backbreaking harvests, and meals made from the fruits of your labor. It is youth and history, childhood stomping ground and illegal conquest. It is to know that the land wasn't meant for you, even if you were meant for the land.
I grew up on a macadamia nut farm on the north shore of Kauai. One day I will be the steward of this land. These are the farmers who are showing me how.