The story so far:
9:30AM and it’s already ninety-three degrees. It’s hard to imagine anything wanting to be in this heat. But they lean toward it. They lean so much that I had to turn the pot the big one is in around so it didn’t tip over on the uneven ground. They remind me of dowsing rods bending toward water, but maybe I’m just thirsty. I feel like I could see them move if I stayed out here long enough. Like I could see their supple branches twist, leaves shaking with the effort, if it weren’t so hot and I could stand to sit here. Would they fly to the sun if they could? Would they toss their tomatoes like ballast and pump their leaves like wings (hang mixed metaphors, ships don’t fly)? Would they fly to such a fiery end? Is being Earth bound any better?