Planting Ohia Trees for Easter

Ohia ready to plant (generator shed behind them)

Nearly three years ago we met a neighbor who was planning to put in a driveway where many baby ohia trees were growing.  We were able to rescue about a dozen small ohia trees, getting them into pots for future planting.

After doing so, we were told "ohia trees don't like to be moved -- and their roots are very sensitive." We figured they would have no chance at all left where they were.  For the past three years we have been caring for them in their temporary pots, hoping for the best. Two years ago, we began to transfer them into deep holes fortified with compost and have had 100% success.

In 2014 when the traditional Polynesian double-hulled voyaging canoes (Hokule'a and Hikianalia) left for their world-wide tour, we chose to plant baby ohia trees. (For more info about Hokule'a go to this link:  Hokule'a  When Phil's mom died, also in 2014, we planted ohias in her honor.

A year ago as more was being discovered about the dying Ohia trees, I wrote a poem to express my own sadness.

“Silent Death”

Creeping slowing, striking swift.

One by one they wither -- 
Whether or not we see it.

Down the street, across the way, 
Silent death approaches.

Treetops against the sun, 
Not noticeable at first --

Until half-way down,

the sickness run.

In so few days first one

Easter -- digging holes for Ohia trees

Then another is gone -

No leaves, no life.

It is done.

Silent killer, but no

Reason found --

In the air or

On the ground.

No more home to bugs and birds,

They stand denuded and bare.

Such sadness can

Hardly find the words.

Ancient strong Ohia bold --

Sweet lovely Lehua old --

Are we to blame?

Is this our shame?

Lunel

August 2015