The Middle of SpringWatching and listening to the Wheel turn
brings back memories
In my part of the desert, the vernal equinox
marks the approximate middle point of spring, just as the autumnal equinox marks
the approximate middle of
autumn.
Yesterday we had highs in the mid 70s, and it only got down to 48 last night. Shirtsleeve weather, so it's time to wash my jacket and put it back in the closet for a six months. I've got birdsong this morning and flowers poking their heads up. Yesterday when I went to the folk's place to check on Mom, she's got a plum tree just covered in violet blossoms and some flowering white thing that I don't know what is. I've got maybe five beds, not counting my altar space. She's got almost thirty, maybe more. They call her the flower lady. My maternal grandfather was a farmer before the clan moved from Louisiana to Arizona. After he retired, he started gardening. Not quite farming, but enough to grow amazing veggies for the family and friends with plenty left over to give to other households who were having a tough time. Anyway, one spring he was up looking at all of Mom's flowerbeds. "Daddy, what do you think?" "You can't eat flowers, Sister." "But Daddy, they feed the soul." I admit that I am enough of his grandson that if I am going to grow something, I want it to be useful. But Mom has a real gift for the flowers and the pretty stuff. Who am I to tell her no? There's a place for it. Desert towns and cities are places where the stamp of humanity shows strong. There are still roads where one side is "civilized" and the other side is wild. All over the state, the desert is greening up, showing off the life that dwells deep within. That's what the spring is for me. By the summer it will have dried out, but right now it's ripe, there is no other word that fits. Speaking of which: Gimme that sweet
green
springtime
Gimme that sweet green springtime Gimme that sweet green springtime It's ripe enough for me Let me touch all those flowers Let me touch all those flowers Let me touch all those flowers They're fresh enough for me Gimme that sweet green springtime Gimme that sweet green springtime Gimme that sweet green springtime It's ripe enough for me The Lady promised her children The Lady promised her children The Lady promised her children The blessings flow for me Gimme that sweet green springtime Gimme that sweet green springtime Gimme that sweet green springtime It's ripe enough for me The Lady's touch means life The Lady's touch means life The Lady's touch means life Harmony for me Gimme that sweet green springtime Gimme that sweet green springtime Gimme that sweet green springtime It's ripe enough for me The Lord's touch is love The Lord's touch is love The Lord's touch is love Renew the world for me Gimme that sweet green springtime Gimme that sweet green springtime Gimme that sweet green springtime It's ripe enough for me Joined in rapture They'll dream the World Joined in rapture They'll dream the World Joined in rapture They'll dream the World And the Wheel will turn again Gimme that sweet green springtime Gimme that grand golden summer Gimme that fine scarlet autumn Winter's white enough for me Yes, I grew up with spirituals. Sometimes I adapt.
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