Tomatoes in the bathroom

What? You don't grow vegetables in your bathroom?

I didn't intend to. Here's the story:

I have a greenhouse window in my bathroom. I don't know why. It was there when we moved in. A little odd, being on the second floor, and being in a bathroom, but whatever. A little gardening first thing in the morning was kind of nice. And it was a cat magnet. When Beanie was alive, both her and Roy would pass out in there, one on each shelf, absorbing the heat. So when we had the windows replaced we left that one alone, even though you can feel a bit of a breeze on very cold and windy nights.

So, this past fall I just couldn't throw out the geraniums and that little frilly white flower that I had planted with them. I've tried overwintering things in the garage and they always die. So, what the heck. I repotted them in smaller pots with compost and brought them inside to the bathroom. Nothing cheerier than a geranium in winter in the bathroom. Well, apparently my compost is not hot enough. Several weeks ago I noticed a tomato seedling growing up out of the white frilly plant's pot. Hmmmm. I let it go. Now it is pretty big and I should see flowers on it in a soon. I'm curious to see what kind of tomato it is. I hope it is a Resientraube or the little Blonde Haired Girl one. I don't think I have room for a Brandywine or Oxheart in there.

Now I'm thinking about starting some lettuce maybe. Or some basil. Mmmmmm. Bathroom basil anyone? I promise I won't wash it in the shower with me, like that episode of Seinfeld.