A little forest of baby tomato plants have sprung up around our septic tank. Given that flourishing verdant patches are not the usual result of my lack of intervention regime in the garden, I am rather pleased by this. I even weeded around them. My dedication knows no bounds.
However – and despite my mother’s stern and encouraging words about the widespread use of human waste as fertiliser – I am a little leery about actually eating any of the tomatoes they produce. If you’ve ever lived with a septic tank, and the occasionally interesting smells that they produce, I’m sure you’ll understand my hesitance. But I’ll keep weeding around them. I love the way tomato plants smell when it rains.