P U A K E N

P U A K E N I K E N I   L O V E

When we lived in Hawaii, our landlords had a puakenikeni tree next to the driveway we had to walk up and down to get into our home. Gosh, I loved that tree. And the tiare one next to it. And the plumeria. My landlord had one helluva green thumb, and I’d always pick some sort of bloom on my morning walks, or whenever I left our house.

I miss those trees. 

So, I love the puakenikeni tree that’s where we are staying this week, and am finding myself picking (or picking up) multiple blooms from it whenever I head to the beach. 

I know it’s called “the ten cent flower,” but the smells and memories it conjures up are oh so priceless.  

I also really want to see how many times I can write puakenikeni in a post. 

Puakenikeni.

Puakenikeni.

Puakenikeni.

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