"The tomato whisperer" - I like that. Reminds me of my deceased dad. He loved to garden, and his specialty was tomatoes. He had an upended well curb full of soil that he kept well composted, and each spring he would spread hundreds of tomato seeds in it, to raise his own seedling plants. Then he would set out tomato plants by the score, more than he could possibly use. Always made tons of tomatoes, I think the things grew just to please him.
One spring after he retired, I was visiting when I noticed a double row of tomato plants going out of sight over the knoll, in what had once been my grandpa's cotton field next door. Must have been hundreds of them. I asked why he had done that, and he said, "Well, I had the plants and I had the time." We ate tomatoes. We canned tomatoes. We gave away tomatoes to the entire south end of Tallapoosa County. The critters ate toatoes. We had over-ripe tomato battles. Tomatoes rotted in the field. And he greatly enjoyed the whole thing.