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…