That is good news to me, here in the heart of Oklahoma, where the ever moving atmosphere could keep a person's attention fixed forever. So pretty, so fierce, so fickle. How can this sky happen at 7:00 in the morning?
Dorothy has started arriving about 7 or 7:30 on Sunday mornings, pulling up in her little pickup truck. I grab my bathrobe and dash out for her delivery of garden produce, it is a huge bag of beautiful yellow squash and tiny oblong tomatoes. Today I finally asked her name after seeing her husband and she walk by my house twice a day with their little dog ever since we have moved here. It seems only right that I should know the name of the person who so kindly gives away the results of her hard work to a perfect stranger.
I know where they live a few blocks away and see that they have a greenhouse. Already they have tomatoes at least five feet tall and it is only June. I ask her if they start everything in the greenhouse and she said yes, they start everything in the "hothouse". Why did we call it a green house in the Pacific Northwest and it is called a hot house here? Perhaps the geographies make the words self evident...
