Imagine living in a 1970s ranch with a gravel driveway, a sloping lawn, one single mulberry tree, and a lone tomato plant. That is my garden history.
My parents were not gardeners, so our yard was devoid of all those shrubby extras. There was only one plant that my mom mastered: the tomato.
Her love for that juicy vegetable meant one green plant always grew between our small concrete path and the house foundation.