They stand like two green columns, their architect unable to contain limbs and curling leaves within the linear confines of structure. They have battle scares. Their leaves are marred by worm holes and light brown patches where silverleaf whiteflies have sucked their sap. The first tomato, a roma grape, has been on the vine for weeks now without ripening. I have either too cool weather or the disease bearing whiteflies to blame. That’s the one on the left, with the old, young tomato. The one on the right, of the heirloom variety, just transformed not one week ago two little yellow flowers into its first striated tomatoes. Right now they are marble sized and milky green.