Soft delicate spring greens and gentle sunbeams transitioned into the firm glare of summer sun. Spring flowers faded and summer’s soldiers take over. The strong yellows of sunflowers and enduring lavender of coyote mint swell into bud, bloom bloom bloom and then fade into fruits.
Sometimes I forget that the seasons will change
That this springtime fever will
Will turn into a haze of a slow, slow summer
Lean in to the heat
In a town where the creeks are lazy
And the salmon swim upstream*
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Outside my door I hear a woman singing
On my back porch it’s magic she’s weaving;
With a voice that matches the saints of all time
And a way of movin' that cannot be confined
She’s got a way of movin' that cannot be confined
And walkin' along that dusty path
She takes a detour through the tall grass
Watchin' emotions flow in to the next
And reminding us we are so blessed
And reminding us we are so blessed
Outside her house there’s a sycamore tree
That’s gnarled and twisted and tied up in three
Places where she cracked the night before
Ready for life to fall and be reborn
Let life fall and be reborn
Let life fall and be reborn
Sometimes I forget that the seasons will change
That this springtime fever will
Will turn into a haze of a slow, slow summer
Lean in to the heat
In a town where the creeks are lazy
And the salmon swim upstream*
* Lean In by MaMuse from their album All The Way — Karisha Longaker and Sarah Nutting
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