It's plumeria blooming time. And, it always reminds me of when I was soooo pregnant, with a 13 month old on one hip and a five year old hanging onto my other hand and we landed in Honolulu to join my husband for his 2 year Navy duty in Hawaii. Of course, we didn't stay there, but that's another story, as most of you know.
But, seeing the pulmeria ... that sweet hubby met me and the girls with leis of plumeria that he draped around our necks just about as soon as we got off the plane. So sweet. Gee, that was awhile ago... 1957, to be exact.
Anyway, my daughter sent me a cutting a few years back. You can't kill those things! I promise... cross my heart. If you could, mine would have died. But, it got so huge I could not move it from my house to this apartment, so I gave it to my grandson. And, he's shared it with others including my son, who, btw, was born in Honolulu (he was the reason I was sooooo pregnant). He has always had a special connection to anything Hawaiian.
Oh, I could go on and on about his collection of Hawaiian shirts...He's worn them just about everywhere he went. I think we've about gotten him broken from wearing them now, though. They got pretty out-dated! 😀