Because 2 days is never enough.

Dear Tomato Plant,

Thank you for hanging in there, in the bathroom, with probably less light that you might have wanted, maybe not enough room to stretch out, probably a couple days here and there where you wondered where the hell your water was. Thank you for forgiving me for infanticide on your littlest budding tomatoes (in hopes of channeling all your energy to a few great tomatoes). Thank you for producing the sweetest, juiciest, most delicious cherry tomatoes I’ve ever eaten, even if there were only five of them and Karl and I had to split them on top of our omelettes.

In gratitude to your service, I promise to take much better care of the tomato plant I plant in my bathroom next summer.