By Deb Zynomirski
President, DHS
As I write this, my Tiger Lilies are past their prime, their bare flower stems sadly swinging in the sweltering breeze. I can hear the cicadas’ mournful song carried along too.Â
Why does summer seem to take so long to arrive, yet be so fleeting?
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