This is one single tomato plant (for real, ya’ll!). And it isn’t growing in nutrient filled soil or a well tended garden. Instead it’s thriving in rocks! And what’s crazier—I didn’t even plant this freak bush. It just sprouted up out of nowhere, and a week later, it had a wingspan that could make a pterodactyl jealous.
After keeping my actual garden going for almost two years now, I was starting to believe that my black thumb might have actually turned green. But the giant tomato bush has made me rethink my skills. I’m now certain that I owe almost all of my success to the mysterious San Diego sun rays that must be filled with either steroids or some kind of Jack and the Beanstalk style magic.