Life on Our Kinda Farm

By R.A.Davis -
Life on our kinda farm. Or, life on kinda-our farm. Pastures of thick palm-slicing grass higher than our roof, laying hens, house cats, goats, egrets, pheasants, rock doves, kolea plovers, wild chickens, wild dogs, wild pigs, abandoned and rusting out farm equipment, coffee stands, pineapple, awa, noni, papaya, coconuts, bananas, baseball bat squash, taro, bitter melon, sleeper grass, sweet potatos, wild guava, passionfruit, ti leaves, arrow root, and a scraggly garden of endangered native plants. It has an eerie, Ray Bradburian feeling-- space station meets tropical island meets ghost story.
these escaped hunting dogs were so bony and dehydrated they flopped right over where Matt found them, by the chicken coops.





Like father like daughter.





starfruits the size of watermelons!

Starfruit are so excessive- clumps of them right on the branches. Forget grapes, Bacchus.


White perfumy mountain apples



No idea what this is, if it was ripe, or how to eat it. Tasted like rubbery chalk.

Mmm, guava. Just don't look too closely at any -- is that movement?-- seeds.


Uluwehiwehi-- bountiful breadfruit!



our demented carrot crop.



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