I planted three tomato plants again this year and SL and I have been in a heated competition to see who can consume the most tomato sandwiches this summer. This year, I named all three plants and have talked to them throughout their growing season. Leonard, Sir Beefsteak, and Tarquin have produced some pretty nice tomatoes. Recently, Sir Beefsteak, and Leonard suffered an abominable horn worm attack overnight. I sprayed the plants immediately, but Sir Beefsteak has not really recovered, and I fear I have lost him and his big, beefy fruits. Tarquin continues to grow wild and big and have yellow blooms but has stopped yielding any of that tasty goodness. I had a plant that did that last year, and it was planted in a different location and I never figured out what happened. I even tried to help them along by giving the blooms a little shake to help with pollination. When I pulled it up in the Fall, it was still a big, healthy green plant. I Googled the issues and it could be a few things. I haven’t looked into correcting it this year because it is just so hot and I haven’t made the time. I am disappointed because the plant is so green and healthy looking. I need a tomato plant doctor that makes house calls. Lenoard, however, has kept us in juicy sandwiches that we have eaten right over the kitchen sink for a few weeks now. Can you have a lycopene addiction? At any rate, that is pretty much the extent of my outdoorsy activities so far this summer. I don’t have that green thumb that David had, and I know he would have already discovered and remedied Tarquin’s dissonance by now. Feelings of failure are always creeping in with little things like this. Constant, insignificant reminders that I am out here just naming and talking to tomato plants in hopes of figuring out the world while quickly running out of tomatoes.