Gardening in the tropics is interesting, to say the least. The other day, I found a baby puffer fish while weeding, and a mushroom that smells like decaying flesh. I think the puffer fish must have been scooped up by a pelican or a frigate, then spat out when he puffed up his spines (the garden ends at a cliff, overlooking the bay.
-Beer. This is the first and most important step. Put a six-pack to chill, otherwise you can't have a cold beer when the pruning is done.
-Hard-hat. I didn't actually wear it but it looks pretty butch.
-A pruning saw and telescopic pole..
-A strap to lash the ladder to the tree.
So I'm on the ladder, avoiding looking down, because I'll certainly say to myself, "you're at the top of a 13 foot ladder, wielding a saw on a 12 foot pole. Are you effing crazy ?!", and hoping I don't disturb any stinging centipedes which may be napping in the nooks and crannies of the trunk.
So, you know those cheesy Hawaiian songs about palm trees swaying in the breeze? It's another story when you're IN the tree. Seeing the clouds roll by through the fronds, mixed with the swaying of the tree is exactly like standing on a rolling deck. I don't do well on boats unless I'm fishing and have something to concentrate on.
I had to stop, and was feeling too nauseous to drink my hard-earned beer.
I'll try again in a few days. I will not be defeated by coconuts.