If you look up the term “boring” in the dictionary, it might mention something about “watching grass grow”. But if that’s the case, how is it possible that watching a tomato plant grow is so suspenseful? I remember the cotyledons slowly unfurling after much careful watering. The real leaves slowly growing in at first and then more vigorously after being transplanted outside. And now I feel the climax approaching. See that little yellow globe hanging in the middle of the picture? That sure looks like a future tomato. How long will it take to grow into a full-sized Roma? To turn red? Will it even make it all the way to maturity or instead be tragically struck down in its youth? Every day is a cliff-hanger in the backyard theater.