July 14, 2022 Some seasons are brutal. This summer qualifies. Due to a long stretch of triple-digit days, I’m doing double shifts with the watering can to keep my plants alive. The grass in our community is turning brown and the earth cracking. Parched. If my plants could talk, I imagine they would say something like this: “I don’t normally need this much water! What’s wrong with me? I don’t feel as strong and vibrant as I used to. I need extra care to get through this!” Don’