To the Editor: March 28 Growing up just north of Los Angeles, as a child I would eagerly await early February when our daffodils bloomed. Not for the daffodils, but for my birthday which seemed to always fall on the day the first flowers opened. This meant time with family and friends, cake, presents…. perhaps […]
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