I have a Topsy Turvy. That and a planter full of basil are the extent of my garden (and all my skills can handle).
My hopes were high. I had plans to make loads of salsa and fresh salads. I was stoked for some bitchin' tomatoes.
This is what I was expecting:
And this is what I have:
One stinkin' tomato.
My Turvy has left the building.