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Sep 2021
I know it is the natural progression of things.  Certain plants only live for a season then die.  Others wither and retreat into a cover of soil until next year.  Some hold on as long as possible only succumbing to a hard freeze.  Although I hate the heat of summer I love the life it brings to the Balcony Garden which is waning already.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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