wild tomatoes can't be broken

I consider myself lucky to be one of the few not-even-remotely-close-to-being-wealthy individuals in Los Angeles to be living in a house with a yard.  Not just a yard, but a downright huge yard by L.A. standards.  As to not squander my good fortune, I decided that I needed to do something good with this yard.  I needed to plant a garden.  


Let me first give you a rundown of the edible goodies already growing in our wild and verdant backyard.  There are:  potatoes, flax, peaches, plums, tangerines, oranges, lemons, almonds, pumpkins, some other kind of nut tree, and cherry tomatoes.  These were all here when we moved in, mostly thanks to the previous tenants (and our dear friends) the Embry family.


I turned over a small plot of land and planted some seedlings that I had sprouted on our windowsill.  I planted zucchini, spinach, arugula, mesclun, wax beans, jalapenos, red peppers, and more tomatoes.


Unfortunately... they aren't doing so well.  But on a happier note, the pre-existing yard tomatoes have migrated and are THRIVING.  


Here is an example of my sprouted, planted, and nurtured tomatoes:

Kinda sad, huh?  Now, here is the colony of rogue tomato plants taking over our yard:

Very happy and healthy.  Thriving amongst the weeds.  And here is one of the many monster artichokes:

So, maybe I don't have a green thumb.  Luckily for me, Mother Nature is my gardener.

xo,

Andrea