In which the universe shows its sense of humor.
This year I decided that I wasn’t going to try and grow tomatoes. Every year I kid myself about the amount of sunlight I get in my garden and optimistically plant tomatoes. I end up growing tall, somewhat spindly plants that produce either nothing, a tiny tomato, or a tomato that a slug or squirrel eats before it ripens. It’s just so heartbreaking, that I decided to concentrate on things that grow well in my garden like basil, and other herbs.
I compost anything I can, so sometimes I get volunteer plants popping up here and there. I usually let them grow just to see what will happen. This year I got several tomato plants popping up. Since I decided that I am not growing tomatoes this year, I pretty much ignored these plants. They trailed on the ground, or over the stairwell as I didn’t even stake them.
We went away for 2 weeks and what do you think I found when I got back??
A big, beautiful, perfectly ripe tomato!