As I planted the tiny tomato plants back in May, I figured it would probably die before I’d see any action out of those 12-inch tall plants.  I’m really full of faith like that.

So when it started to bloom, I figured it was a ruse.  How long could I keep these plants alive?  A another week?  Two?

The scorching hot and humid Northern Virginia weather devastated my plants last year.  Plus, I’m busy keeping a dog and a toddler alive, so there’s not much left of me to go around to other things that require care.  I’m at a personal limit on caregiving.  That’s why I wear the same outfit everyday.

Anyway, imagine the surprise of this faithless girl when those little WalMart tomato plants took off.  I think they shot up just to spite me.  Even after all those times I thought about watering them and promptly didn’t.

Show offs.

Those two tomato plants were once about a ruler’s length tall.  And now they are both taller and wider than I am.  It’s like my own personal tomato jungle out there.

I could never figure out why people used stakes and other wire stuff in their garden.  Seemed like those people were just showing off their gardening prowess.

Turns out, those stakes and such aren’t for looks.  They’re for holding up the plants.  And since these two tomato plants decided to survive despite my best efforts to neglect them, I could have used a lot more stake action.

But, they still manage to grow Little Shop of Horrors style, producing enough tomatoes for sandwiches and the like.

Okay, tomato plants, fine, your tenacity is inspiring.  And I promise to continue watering you.  Starting tomorrow.