Which reminds me of my volunteer tomato plant. I've been meaning to pay tribute to it.
One day in May, I noticed a teeny tiny plant in a neglected planter on the patio. Squinting closely at it, I realized it was a tomato plant. How did it get there? I vowed to water it faithfully and see what would happen.
We've had tomato-based deliciousness for several weeks. Caprese. BLTs. Salad after salad. No, I haven't made salsa. Maybe this weekend. Mmmmmm. There are still over 20 left on the vine, but I'm not taking a picture because the leaves are drying out and it won't be pretty.
I'm just thrilled I didn't kill it because I am not a great (ha, not even good) gardener. So it's a VERY brave volunteer to show up in my yard!