Hey little buddy, you seem to be far from home.
I don't know how you made it to the end of the drainage field so far from the garden but you look like you are loving life there.
Maybe a bird dropped you there or you hitchhiked on the bottom of my gumboots. It's not where I would have chosen for you to grow but who am I to tell you what to do.
You seem to be happy so I won't move you. If this is where you want to grow then I'm all cool with that. I'm actually pretty excited to see what tomatoes you will grow. Big or small, I'll love you just the same.
Know that while you may have gone out on your own and while you may be fiercely independent, I will check on you from time to time. I'm sure you will be fine but maybe I'll just give you a little food and something to drink every so often. Good luck little buddy.
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