Every Monday at precisely Noon, a whistle blows and the waiting crowd surges in, crowding, elbowing, hustling to be the first at the booths were local bounty awaits.
I had almost forgotten the thrill of the Koloa Farmers' market!
My usual pattern was to pounce on the anthryriums, the glossy red elephant ears with yellow dangling pistols. Then I grapped a spray of purple and white orchids, wrapped in maidenhair fern.
The produce! Foot-long green beans, heirloom tomatoes -- that's new here --, pale green cucumbers with warts, baby bok choy, avocadoes in perfect ripe condition, rose-bloomed mangos the size of a grapefruit. I'm in heaven.