Recently a man was hired to climb palm trees close to our
house and cut down branches that were dying and threatening to fall out of the
trees. Those trees are amazingly tall, but climbing barefoot with the help of a
simple harness around his waist, he was able to get up the trees quite quickly,
and to use both hands for cutting while the harness and his feet held him in
place.
After he finished trimming branches, we asked him if he
would climb our coconut palm tree and trim a few branches for us (every once in
a while a dying branch will fall with a tremendous crash, and I’m always so
glad no one is standing beneath it).
While he was up there, he cut down some young coconuts for
us too.
Delighted children (well, and adults too) started to gather
around…
…and once the tree-trimmer got back down to the ground, he
used his machete to cut the ends off the coconuts so we could drink the coconut
water from the inside. It tasted like water, except slightly sweet and
coconutty.
The white flesh at the very inside of the young coconut is
not yet hard and sweet like the flesh of the mature coconut; it’s softer, and
you can scrape it out with a spoon. It tastes good! But, you have to have a
good sharp machete to be able to cut away the hard outside layers and get to
the very middle of the coconut, where the good stuff is.







Those branches and coconuts give me the same feeling I used to have about you kids playing outside with the UofM golf course across the street! So thankful for God's protection!
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Yum! Drinking coconuts are one of our favorite things about living in the Solomon Islands :-)
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