Living Wall



A while back I planted a “living wall.” I’d wanted one for some time, and finally found a small enough version to suit my needs.


I’d like to say I have a green thumb, but that isn’t always true. Tomatoes – sure. But everything else? I shake my head and pray. Because even when I knock myself out for a plant, it might up and die. Dem’s da breaks. It hurts my heart, but I get over it.


As for the living wall on the patio, it seems to be hanging in there (no pun intended). I’ll know for sure in a few more weeks, when – and if – the plants start showing some growth. For now, I pray to the garden gods…




We have a bounty of home-grown tomatoes on the sill and I am a smitten kitten.


Still, this weekend’s recent harvest has me wondering when to call it quits and clear out the plants. They’re getting spindly, to be sure. And the tomatoes seem to have slowed down quite a bit. At some point, we have to know when to stop watering the danged thangs. They’ve been good to us, granted, but we don’t want to waste water if they’re not producing. Capisce?


It’s tricky, though. For just when I think they’ve expelled their last sighs, the little tomato plants surprise me by showing off new greenies. Looks like the old gals have a bit of life left after all. I can relate…