There is a tomato plant growing next to my patio. I had nothing to do with it. I suspect some bird or squirrel or chipmunk must have dropped a tomato seed there earlier this summer.
I discovered this rogue plant a week or so ago and told the kids about it. They said “cool”. I told them I was pretty sure we wouldn’t get any tomatoes, but that it was kind of cool anyway.
Well, guess what?
Yep, tomatoes. I propped the plant up on an empty flowerpot once I noticed these little guys. The kids want to know when we can eat them. Frankly I’m pretty sure we won’t get the chance. I suspect the woodland creatures that delivered the tomato plant in the first place will be claiming their prizes.
And even if they don’t, I am not sure I can eat these tomatoes. It doesn’t feel like they belong to me. Does that sound weird?