Maui ~ the Garden Isle
Our days were filled with tropical hues, the kiss of sunshine and warm winds. Scents of gardenia, ginger and tuberose filled the air and brilliant blue skies matched the Pacific far below. Waves crashed upon the beach and birds babbled with abandon at the tourists, as if to say, haha, we get to stay here and you don’t!
It was 10 days in Paradise. We forgot what cold, rainy Washington weather felt like and learned why ceiling fans are necessary in the tropics. I could easily have stayed another 10, and another, and another, but life called us home. That’s why they call it a vacation!
We painted; not as much as we’d planned, but exactly when we felt like it. I used watercolor and Allan used oil pastels on black paper. They captured what we felt–almost.