We land right where we’re supposed to whether it’s a lesson learned, a moment of disappointment that leads to something better, or a dreamy insight that leads to grounded reasoning. And somehow we land somewhere. When nothing is set in stone and everything is possible, who knows what will come of it.
Introducing the Garden Elf
Everyone gets a cool character name here. I’ll call this new character, the Garden Elf. Being my favorite farmer, I would have been inclined to call him an Earth Angel, which he is, but that character has been written here many times. The Garden Elf, built me a garden before we left to Hawaii. And I would call him the garden gnome, because I remember a cartoon I loved with David the gnome, but the gnome is an old little guy with a long beard.
We were in Oahu, laying back and dreaming about cute little farms, when we made a last minute decision to jump on a plane to Hilo. “Let’s go visit the farm you told me about.” I was determined it was a good idea on the last two days of our trip. A new friend that the garden elf met prior to our trip, showed interest in his assistance on his
While some islands let you jump over without another COVID test, Hilo required another test without giving us any warning prior to us leaving Honolulu.
“I’m a renegade Man.” I remember him saying after I ran around the airport looking for a snack; showing up for departure just in time. I was amused as to where that remark would lead us.
I was lucky to find something I could eat. It was organic baby food pouches at Starbucks. A place I haven’t walked into in years.
“I’m sorry I have to quarantine you.” A young Woman said to us when we arrived to Hilo. Our LA COVID tests were past the 72 hours.
We were a bit shocked. I wondered if that meant we would have to stay 10 days in a Hotel. (Nightmare stories I heard about before I left.)
The Woman giving us our detention status, did so with a dolphin like heir to her and a cute smile, as she broke the news to us. She felt terrible for us. We were stuck. We asked if we could get a rapid test, but strangely, this island didn’t allow for that.
The garden elf took the reins and called the farm. We were allowed to stay in Hilo until our LA flight in two days, as long as we stayed with a friend (no hotels) and didn’t rent a car.
“I feel deflated.” He said as he pondered the idea of going back to Cali, while I struggled with what to say to the Taxi on the phone. “I don’t know what to say to the Taxi!” I cried.
We both had our weak moments in this predicament; being stranded on a little Island in quarantine. What else were two creative Scorpios to do, but find a way to pull each other out of our inner quarrels. We found a way. I’ll never forget the look in his eyes, that forced me to pull myself together and finally call the Taxi. A simple task, I know!
“I like moments like these, because that’s when the magic happens.” I said to him.
We did not run back to California! Finally, we met with Lloyd, at the Hilo Bay Cafe. Lloyd, the manager at the farm, was our Angel for the rest of the trip. He took us to the volcano, the waterfall, a tunnel, the black sand beach, and let us stay in his home (we called it the plantation home). I saw all the things in one day I’ve been dreaming of for a lifetime.
We also visited the farm, and were put to work. I think both of us were relieved by this. There’s something about contribution that makes us happy, even if we were on a vacation.
On our last day we ended up at a School who are training Agri-preneuers. The Garden Elf volunteered with the rest of the Parents, while I took photos. They pointed out that I wasn’t dressed for the occasion of shoveling dirt, but they loved my outfit. I have to say, being at a School volunteer day is one of my favorite things in life. I miss the days my Son was in Elementary School.
The night before going to school, we had sat with the co-owner of the farm for a meeting. I threw on an old green sweater full of holes, after we left the black sand beach. As we sat there, I began to realize I was in a business meeting with a developer, wearing a sweater with holes all over it. I looked at the Garden Elf’s shirt that had only two little holes in it. It was slightly chilly, when I removed the sweater to reveal my little tank top underneath, hoping I looked more cleaned up for the meeting. Of course, I settled in, realizing this was farm life, not a Hollywood Gala. In which case my Joie sweater with holes would still be happily accepted.
On our last night at the Plantation home, my Elf consulted with the Guys about organic farming while I made soup. I day dreamed about the potential of his expertise on organic farming being spread all over the world, while I smashed up eggplant in the pot. “Where’s the music?” He said as he popped in to skillfully slice eggplant for the stove.
I made do without a vita mix, as it should be. I’ve become too spoiled with technology anyway. I love the idea of the simple farm life. I was just concerned that I didn’t have enough flavors and kitchen tools to make these guys happy with the soup! Here we were in the plantation home, a simple soup from the garden, with just enough natural, fresh flavors to nourish our souls.
We all tried to find our bowl of soup, but everything got mixed up at the table. “Is that my soup…. No that’s your soup…. I ate your soup…. Hey, you didn’t try your soup….Kali did you eat your own soup?” In the end, they were all pretty happy with the soup. Even Bing, who’s stomach was full from a Bento Box. I fell asleep hungry, as I do sometimes if I’m the one cooking. I often don’t feel an appetite when I cook. I know some of you out there relate to this!
We might not have ever seen the eggplant on the farm, if m Elf hadn’t turned a corner to see a big crop of it hidden away. That’s the magic of finding ingredients, you just don’t know what will happen at each turn. (Hidden life message…)
“You know the basket you used on the farm was actually a lamp shade.” Lloyd said.
Eggplant, Cherry Tomatoes, 3 little spring onions were all that were left on the farm, Cilantro, Coriander Seeds, Thai Basil, and some added organic mushrooms from the store, sautéed green beans and sliced radish on top. I never took a photo of the soup! You can imagine it!
We landed back where we started when we said goodbye to our Angel tour guide, at the Hilo Bay Cafe. We devoured incredible, fresh Hawaii fish just before we got on the plane back to California. An experience I won’t forget and will always seek. The fish in Hawaii is worth the trip. (Some of you know I only sell vegan soups, but I’m pescatarian.)
I rested on my Elf’s shoulder when he put ear pods in my ears, as we sailed back to our Cali world. It was a cover of California Dreamin’. At that point a part of me was happy to land back here.
Aloha! Let rainbows flow in your eyes and seeds grow in your hearts.
~ Kali Star