Milo was a little brown grand dog who lived in North Carolina and who loved cherry tomatoes.
His favorite tomatoes probably started out on a hybrid plant that then reseeded year after year. And year after year he loved those tomatoes, which grew by his porch steps.
Milo is gone now, but Sarah brought me a seedling from this year's plants - actually she brought more than one. And Milo would be so proud, they are flourishing despite deer and dry weather.
Those are ornamental grasses growing behind this tub of tomatoes - I didn't want you to think that I don't mow my yard.
Well, actually, I don't, but I have the nicest neighbor.
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