My trees are beginning to bloom.

Right now my second floor and roof are adorned with dozens of these Ohia blossoms.  There are even some sprouting in the bedroom.

Shit like this makes me happy.  It’s nice to know that I’m succeeding in keeping my 350+ year-old trees healthy even with my house built around and through them.  My trees were alive before the outside world arrived in Hawaii, and I intend for them to be here for a good while longer.