I was up at the crack of dawn...no, not up, I haven't slept yet. I was excited to see the soft morning light coming through my window. My tomato plant has managed to squeeze out 4 tomatoes, of moderate size. I had bought the plant from an orchard because I've always wanted a tomato plant, though I lack the green thumb. This is my first tomato plant, so naturally I was very excited. I watered and tended to it a lot.

Tragically, a couple of weeks after I brought the plant home, I found its stem broken by the wind or something heavy landing on it. I was crushed. I didn't think it would survive. My boyfriend used a stick to support it, and it continued growing miraculously, a little stunted, I think. It made me proud; it fought to live.

I remember I wanted to photograph my first tomato plant before the big black crows in the neighborhood get to it. The tomatoes made me happy this morning. I like how they look with the morning due on them. They exude a youthfulness and energy that brought joy to my day.