Those words came back to haunt me as Beth and Cheryl had to wait while I took pictures of every type of flower I came across.
I was taking pictures of this pretty little plant which didn’t seem to mind all the sulphuric gases from the craters and steam vents.
These plants fared better than these bushes which had many dead and dying leaves and berries. The flower sure is pretty, and if memory serves me correctly there’s a myth about how Pele (the volcano god) turned a beautiful woman into the flower so that she could stay near her lover forever.
Flowers seemed to be everywhere. Orchids are wildflowers on the Big Island and grow in bushes along the side of the road like the one to our vacation rental home. So delicate.
Right outside our house were some hibiscus plants and there was only one flower on them while we were there. But what a beauty.
The hibiscus is the state flower of Hawaii. We saw two other types of hibiscus when we were in the Waipio Valley. These ones are called sleeping hibiscus because they don’t ever open.
There was also the more rare double hibiscus which our guide picked for us. The valley was the only place we ever saw these.
The Waipio Valley is where I was first introduced to ginger flowers. I never connected ginger root with big bushes with lovely scented flowers. We saw them in three colours: white, yellow and purple. The white had my favourite scent and was most appealing to me esthetically. I was so happy to find the hand lotion and some bars of soap in this scent. Thanks Beth for convincing me to buy the second bottle of lotion for ‘you’.
The yellow grew in big bunches and seemed a bit more spindly.
Then there were the purple ones which I didn’t even realize were ginger until I saw them in a store which was selling the roots.
Beth teases me about my exclamations when I find things growing or living ‘in the wild’ when the only place I’ve ever seen them before is in stores or conservatories. This applied to the flowers and also the fish I saw in the tidepools. I’ve seen these leaves in the conservatory back home in Winnipeg but didn’t know what they were.
Beth teases me about my exclamations when I find things growing or living ‘in the wild’ when the only place I’ve ever seen them before is in stores or conservatories. This applied to the flowers and also the fish I saw in the tidepools. I’ve seen these leaves in the conservatory back home in Winnipeg but didn’t know what they were.
Turns out they are wild tarot – and not edible like the domesticated tarot which is grown a lot in the Waipio Valley.
Speaking of flowers which are bad for you, the valley also has Angel Trumpets.
Speaking of flowers which are bad for you, the valley also has Angel Trumpets.