That’s why, two months ago, I shook my head in disbelief when the Maui Weekly asked me to write a seven-part series on local agriculture. Did no one care that I’m a convicted cactus killer?
Regardless of the fact that I don’t have a green thumb, I was up for the challenge (plus, I figured I owed it to Thorn), and today, I couldn’t be more grateful for the experience.
Over the last several weeks, I’ve met many of the hardworking men and women who keep local agriculture alive. I’ve heard their stories and I’ve witnessed their passion. Now I’m convinced that Maui’s agriculture is—quite literally—in capable hands.
And as I began to dig a little deeper, I noticed something unusual. Not once did I detect even a whisper of rivalry or self-aggrandizement; to the contrary, I observed a tremendous amount of mutual respect, even admiration—atypical of most industries I’ve covered as a business writer and journalist.
It was inspiring, to say the least, and the lessons I’ve learned have already taken root (I’ve since purchased potting soil, seeds and an adorable pair of pink gardening gloves). I hope these stories inspired you as well.
Thanks to my editor, I’ve been presented with the chance to personally thank those who contributed to this series (with a remarkable amount of patience, I might add).