I wish I had a garden. One that grew all manner of wonderful things. I have a small herb garden, and it does fairly well. And one slightly traumatized tomato plant named Rory, given to me by my sister mid-summer. Alas, when Rory was just a wee plant, he was left in my sister’s hot car for far too long on giving day, thusly becoming quite dehydrated and droopy. I’m happy to say he’s long since recovered and has grown into a fine, stout, and healthy specimen.