The little plant has heat curled leaves. The temperature reached 108 degrees yesterday and the leaves not green and curled are brown and crispy. There’s no happy medium here in the summer; there is  hot, or there is indoors. I can’t shake the nagging suspicion that some of the burns are chemical. And there is no wildlife to report, the tomato plant ecosystem has been dealt a heavy blow. Just one little money spider. I hope he stays/lives. The first ripening tomato is orange now but the nagging thought of pesticides have quelled my appetite for it. I wish it a slow maturation. Remorse and regret may be silly emotions to feel for a tomato plant, but I feel them. The big plant fared better in yesterday’s heat and its ridged tomatoes are getting bigger. It too is barren, not even a spider walks its trembling landscape. I think it is more the human folly in me I resent, then the chemical arthropod genocide.