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| Mosaic Monday |
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| The garden has some weak blooms. The heat and the Santa Ana winds are taking their toll. |
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| I have surrendered to the morning glory vine. My garden is not resisting any more. My home will soon not be mine. |
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| Here's to new beginnings. Getting there is half the fun. My garden was a neglected solid dirt hill of waist high weeds. A blank canvas. When I look at what has grown so happily it gives me great joy and pleasure to pass it on. |
