I loved that tomato plant. Over its way-too-short life, it yielded 3 fragrant, juicy, tangy cherry tomatoes. And for all it bestowed upon me, all I gave it was the TLC normally reserved for a beloved pet: watering, fertilizing, picking off those pesky caterpillars and dispatching them to the gates of Hades. Alas, despite its brave attempts to flourish in the direct assault of the withering rays from the unusually scorching blowtorch that is this summer's Texas sun, it finally succumbed last…
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