Growing tomatoes in a narrow sliver of a bed that runs the length of an old dirt alley way can be quite a challenge. Especially when you have to lean the tomato plants up against an old multi-story commercial building. Maybe the stress of it all called for a drink or two . . . Or maybe the empty bottle sitting on the door ledge above the tomato bed was found while digging the bed? But whatever was going on the plants knew to grow tall and heavy with tomatoes.
I wonder which appeared first -- the tomatoes or the whiskey bottle?
