Several weeks ago, Mr. Man and I were weeding in the backyard when I noticed three tomato plants I didn’t plant. I quickly pointed them out so they wouldn’t get pulled along with the weeds, and we’ve left them to see what would happen. I’m not sure where these came from... a passing bird perhaps? One of these “volunteers” has more tomatoes than any plant I put into the ground this spring—without any amendment to the soil, and we are talking Georgia clay here. Maybe the seed that can survive under such conditions is stonger than those I planted—in excellent soil amended with compost and planted in the location of our backyard that receives the most sun. Whatever the reason, the cherry tomatoes it produces are wonderful and I’m grateful for the addition.