Around 10 o’clock, on a Saturday morning, Ikani and Mele Naulu hear the sound of pebbles rattling under tires. Dusty cars pull up to the end of a narrow dirt road and the Naulu’s emerge, welcoming their parents, aunties, uncles, nephews and sisters to 4-acres of sprouting taro, cassava and yam crops surrounded by a sturdy border of banana trees. The women begin…