Up from the ground came a very nice tomato plant, that I did not plant. If I had, it surely would not have looked this good. Frost was coming so I covered the plant and everything was saved. The next cold blast came in the middle of hospital stays and brain surgery and Christmas celebrations; so I picked the tomatoes in hopes that they would ripen after the fact. Sadly, it was not meant to be. They were as hard as a rock at picking and, even though one had begun to turn red, they never did do much. Some began getting brown spots and I eventually tossed them. It was fun while it lasted and quite a novelty in our house. Reminded us of the time we fed the goats watermelon and after moving the goat pen we had watermelon the next winter.