Last year my sister gave me a green zebra tomato plant for my birthday. I’d never heard of them but I’d have planted it no matter what, I mean, they are tomatoes. What’s not to like? But they were really exquisite. I mean, packed with flavor! So this year I bought my own and planted it.
It gave me exactly 2 tomatoes. I am sure that the plant’s production failure was my own fault and while confused as to the reason it didn’t produce as it should have, I did manage to enjoy the two of them, one by itself with salt and pepper as God intended, the other on bread slathered with homemade mayonnaise. It was sublime.
The rodents got mine.
I had the spiky bird deterrents all around it.