June 2008 Archives

Bird of Paradise

Bird of Paradise

They call the wind…..

…..Makani. Having spent the better parts of our lives in colder places, it is quite disconcerting to listen to the wind here.  When the trades are REALLY blowing, the wind whistles through the windows, sounding for all the world like the blizzard winds we have been used to in northern Nevada…. ….except… ….the wind blows….the trees shake……the cane grass bends over….the white caps dance across the ocean surface….. ….and it is 75 degrees. Rainy…maybe 70.  Continue reading

They call the wind….

…..Makani. Having spent the better parts of our lives in colder places, it is quite disconcerting to listen to the wind here.  When the trades are REALLY blowing, the wind whistles through the windows, sounding for all the world like the blizzard winds we have been used to in northern Nevada…. ….except… ….the wind blows….the trees shake……the cane grass bends over….the white caps dance across the ocean surface….. ….and it is 75 degrees. Rainy…maybe 70.  Continue reading