If you live in Georgia, then you must have a garden. And if you have a garden, then you must grow tomatoes. It’s the law.
At least that’s what The Wife told me when she asked where her homegrown tomatoes were. Those would be the ones I didn’t plant in the spring like everyone else. Now, in the heat of July, I’m out planting tomato plants.
But that’s the end of the story; the beginning actually starts a long time ago – in the backyard of 110 Flamingo Street. Read More»