The table on the Lanai
For some reason, things are easier on Kauai. Take dinner for instance: grilled fresh fish, rice, local vegetables or salad. Fast, easy, delicious. Both Ella and Finn insisted on maybe our second night that things tasted better in Hawaii. They had a point. It might have been the weather. It might have been the lanai. It might have been the ease of it all, or having all of us together, or the pre-dinner watercolor painting in the secret spot. Regardless–family dinners are a highpoint of vacation partly for the new food (ono, fiddlehead ferns, local pork and beef from just a few miles up the road) but mostly because we all gathered happily together on our garden lanai.
And more to the point: every night we ate at home, the kids happily and eagerly set the table. Can I repeat? They set. the. table. With alacrity. Without complaining. With lovely care to attention and detail. They worked peacefully together. They cooperated. They set the table at home, too, with some regularity, but not nearly with such good cheer and eagerness. At home, this is a chore that interrupts the very ebb and flow of their life. But on the Island? It’s a Fun Thing To Do. Go figure. Personally, I think we need more orchids on the table. Perhaps that would do it.