Kula Heaven

The day was planned and not so different as any other day. The sun was bright, the air moist and crisp, the ground wet, but drying.

Some trees needed to be trimmed as they had overgrown their space. There was one that had drooped its branches completely around an outside workshop. Another had reached long and far and was rattling the roof of the two story home. Another, aways from the home, provided shade for a couple dogs. Some of its branches were trying to pet them.

The owner met us on site and explained her needs and what was to be done … and then she offered us coffee.

Hmmmm… Wow, wonderful, huh … this was a surprise. A welcome surprise. She made a fresh pot for us and would hand deliver each cup before we started our climbs and before she would leave for work.

Our tree work progressed well. All the trees, trimmed up. The workshop would see the sun and the home would no longer be in rattling distance. And while the dogs may have enjoyed a back scratch or two, they enjoyed the new space and airy feel of the higher canopy, still providing ample shade.

As the morning moved on, the severed limbs and foliage would be gathered up and ready to chip. The owner would return and be pleased with the haircuts and overall it was a good day until …

“Would you all like me to make you lunch?”

What? Lunch? Is she serious? There were six of us burning several hundred calories an hour, getting hungrier by the minute and she wanted to feed us? Was this even a question? I did not even query the others.

“Yes! Wow! That would be wonderful!”

“Okay then.”, and she returned into her home.

She would later come out and give us five minute notice. Lunch will be ready soon.

And then as some of us were finishing up cutting and hauling, a lunch bell rang. We stopped what we were doing and headed to the back deck. We had to wash our hands she would say. We found out later that she had five boys, so was well aware of the requirements to get us all ready and proper for the table.

Our good day turned into a “Great Day”. There on the table, were several plates of meat, a very large salad, jasmine rice, lemonade and powdered cookies for dessert. We all sat down around the well set table, were very grateful and devoured most of what was before us, alternating smiles with chewing faces. The dogs were old and did not get wind nor waft of the chicken or steak, otherwise they would have been there too. I suspect however, they may have had their fill before, spoiled beyond spoiled by the lady of the home.

Conversations were great, laughs and stories, bellies were filled, the tall pitcher of lemonade nearly spent as we shared a meal together and got to know a new friend, feel the warmth of her home, the kind woofing of her dogs and enjoy what we discovered was Kula Heaven after all … that late August summer day.