July 7

As soon as I started to pay attention to the tomato plant mysteriously growing in my beloved houseplant, it started to decline and look sad. I thought it was my imagination until all the leaves fell off. I have never seen tomato plants lose their leaves unless pulled off so I am really confused as to how this could happen. The mystery source that gave the tomato life mocks me and started to kill the tomato plant as soon as I began to fuss over it.

I had been dying to see what kind of tomato might grow on this plant since I planted yellow Shaker pear tomatoes and red large heirloom Shaker tomatoes in the kitchen. How did tomato seeds get into the houseplant? What kind got in there? If the tomato plant dies, I will never know. Best to go back to ignoring it. I did put it on the outside deck to get more heat and sunshine, which could kill my houseplant.

I moved my beta fish to a shelf in the kitchen where it is really hot in the summer heat. Heat can speed the life cycle of the affliction on his back. I hope this will help him. He is up high to keep him safe from the bored, predatory male cats that like to stalk him. Unfortunately, I find that I keep forgetting to feed him in this new spot

I called the State Police about my packet of information from last fall. One found it interesting but conflicts with what they think they know about the killer. They believe that the killer is dead. I am not sure about that.

All in all, it has been a few weeks of no successes and some failures. I keep weeding and cannot keep up. I am sharing the garden with my beloved and my downstairs neighbor. Neither feels the need to weed.

The weeds are bigger, thicker and stronger than the plants we are tending. Thoughts keep running in my head about the ability of the dark and negative to overpower what we grow in love. Weeds blanket the ground of the garden filling all the empty spaces. They choke my small flowers.

I feel that there are many messages to be learned in battling the garden weeds. One four foot tall weed popped up almost overnight enjoying the benefits of my expensive rich soil. Squatter. If I love all life, is it ok to hate weeds? I feel conflicted about my joy in pulling them out of the ground.

I wonder about the power of a little damage of a weed to a relationship. Last week, I could not help but wonder about the damage a flirt or flirtation can do. I saw a flirt in that four foot tall ‘notice me’ weed.