First four: good or bad, latest updates Five more: pulp product, for towels or plates Used to visit each day, now most hide behind gates

Carefully placed ingredients, in clear visioned forms. A small portion of nature, never touched by a storm. A spritzing pre seal, ecosystem appeals, self sustaining, space waning, never feigning the real.

A modern day tumbleweed, the streets are littered, in your market that’s super, or sealing goods delivered. It hangs from a limb to compliment style, while holding what’s needed, when you go out for a while.

It can hang or be stuck, Done on walls, trains and trucks, A game for the kids, Or through phones, as adults.

A living line of green I stand, Between two plots of careful land. I block the view, but not the breeze, Shaped by hands and buzzing bees. What am I?