These flowers represent the unusual, the exotic, the preturnatural beauty-sublime, intense and omnipresent on my farm. Their grandeur are the icons of the tropics. A refugee, I arrived on Maui from from the arid realms of Utah where the botanical spendour was seen is isloted in botanical gardens. Plants that lived in pots in my house would await the visit of my black thumb ending a life of mediocrity in a created environment. Tropical flowers are grown throughout Maui.
Farmland prices are favorable on the north shore of the the island.
My farm is located in an area named Ha'iku. Spelled and pronounced like the poetry form with three lines and seventeen sylables. Rolling hills and bamboo forests cascade to the sea, checker boarded by fields of sugar cane and pineapple. Annual rainfall is over 45 inches a year. When we first moved to Haiku , lowland beach dwellers cautioned us that within months our lungs would fill with moss and we would waddle with our webbed feet.