The Wall Of Food

My wonderful gardener Alex came over one day late last summer.

​He had his eye on our side yard - a place where we kept leftover stuff - the empty plastic pots my Girl Crush left me when she moved away last summer, the screens for our windows, a wheelbarrow we bought so Max could move sandbags during the Snowpocalypse melt a couple of years back.
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We live in a little house with a tiny garden. It’s filled with perennials - hostas, and blazing pink azaleas on the Westside  ​

We love it. ​

The garden was here when we moved in. It’s been fun enjoying all the flowers. Alex keeps it in tip-top shape. 

Even before COVID, we wanted to have vegetables AND flowers. But, we thought our lot just didn’t have room. The front yard and one side garden are already full of flowers. We put some of the Girl Crush Pots on the back deck and filled them with soil and seeds from a packet. Squash and tomatoes. They grew okay. Not great, but fine. 

Enter Alex. He had a new view of our situation. “That side yard would be amazing for a Wall of Food,” he said. 

A Wall of Food. 

Big plans for a tiny sliver of a side yard - more a junk area than a lush place for growth. Jim and I thought there was no space for anything - not corn, blueberries, raspberries, or tomatoes.  But, Alex saw something that seemed impossible. He saw our situation with new eyes. 

Like helping my clients who have absolutely NO IDEA how they could ever carve out time for a passionate sex life, Alex saw the potential for something delicious, enriching, and satisfying. We let him guide us to create something we both desired. 

The Wall of Food started out small but it’s grown with time. Now, when we go out to our hot tub to soak together after coffee and before yoga, we pick blueberries and check out the corn ears. We’re delighted to see things growing in our junk zone. 

Maybe a Wall of Food isn’t on your bucket list, but if a loving passionate relationship sounds good, let me be your Alex. Message me and let’s talk. 

Maybe there’s some little sliver of space in your too-busy life where you can plant the beginnings of something delicious.