In the before times, my moku was dense with Pūhala. They create long lau with razor sharp niho along each side and down their spine. As the leaves turn brown, they fall and can be collected and prepared for weaving. Skilled weavers made priceless items like mats that rolled out over the floors of family rooms, over generations, carrying a moʻolelo to be stewarded over time. A stranger might disregard these ancestors as ʻrubbish plantsʻ, fast growing with their formidable teet