As a true Southern gal, I am a lover of vine-ripened tomatoes. During summer, I'm at the farmer's market most weekends, loading up.
On a whim, I purchased some tomato seeds in March, wondering if my thumb might miraculously turn green. Easter weekend, the seeds sprouted, and after weeks of growing in a glass in my kitchen window, I had to find the plant a real pot and put it outside. I can't make any promises of fruit, but I'll nurture it and pray real hard.
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