Mosquitos, sultry heat, and back-to-school transitions diverted me from paying much attention to my garden in August. It got pretty scraggly and pathetic. (Is there a garden equivalent of covid hair?? This is probably it!)
Last week I reacquainted myself with this little garden patch, deadheading faded blossoms, weeding, and pulling out stuff that had withered away.
Despite my gardening ambivalence, this little "volunteer" tomato plant took advantage of its pioneer status in the marigold container to shoot up high enough to produce fruit.
Its stature is tiny in comparison to the tomato plant I nurtured from a seedling into a full-grown plant, which produced plentiful cherry tomatoes throughout early summer.
This little guy didn't have a shot of growing any bigger because it didn't have space to grow.
But - - - it did the best it could in the conditions in which it landed.
My other "volunteer" this year is a huge marigold that took advantage of the deeper container it shared with a blackberry bush which dwindled after its productive peak, giving the marigold more room to grow.