Yes Virginia, the world is changing. Acres of pot grow on the Oxnard Plain where hot house tomatoes once stood. Kathleen called it first when the plants were small, but we weren't sure until they got bigger and the sign went up. I didn't expect pot, so I guessed artichokes, duh. The smell is distinctive. I hope the strawberries don't get displaced. Would this be good for my arthritis? Not as good as "beer yoga" at Enegrens!
