My dad wouldn’t have called himself a gardener, but every year in the early June he planted four tomato plants in a 3’x3′ planting bed in the corner of our otherwise grass-covered backyard in Suburban Chicago. He did this religiously for more than 30 years before retiring to Florida in 2001.
He only needed a handful of garden tools for the job: a shovel, plant stakes, and twine were about it as I recall. Since he owned a hardware store, the shovel, twine, and stakes were reused year after year. The one item he bought fresh each spring was a box of Miracle Grow plant food. Once August rolled around and the tomato crop came in, he would gorge himself nightly on Early Girls and Big Boys. He loved those tomatoes, and he swore by the power of Miracle Grow.