Photo Credit: Image ID: 43961845 Copyright: Burhan Bunardi (Follow

Photo Credit: Image ID: 43961845 Copyright: Burhan Bunardi

I live in Phoenix. Our seasons are different. We hibernate like most people, but in the summer. The shade in the desert is so hot that nothing moves. The open sunshine is wicked intense. When autumn comes in the rest of the world, it is like spring here. We begin to sense the season change some time in September with earlier sunsets and cool mornings…well, cool to us.

Rain of nearly fall, welcome!
We know you will not linger
and our sun will make you steam
Our air will turn dark and thick,
but our clay will be renewed.
The cracks will disappear.
The water lines in the lakes will rise.
The residents will begin to move
All the projects left undone in the heat
Begin to reappear in the to do lists.
Old plants in the garden, withered by the sun
Will be plucked and replaced by new colorsplash.
Deep breaths of rain, steam, and then heat.
Exhale to endless hopes for new accomplishments.
Yes, autumn is different in Arizona.
It is not a turning inward. Not a making ready for winter.
It is a new beginning. A re-birth of sorts!
We are the oddballs and misfits who treasure winter for its relief.
We are the ones who live big in winter and sleep hard through summer.
We entertain snowbirds–those who escape the winters of east by sharing our mild winter sun.
We run to mild climates for our summer.
We don’t fall back or spring forward.
We have an opposite calendar than the rest of the world.
We love winter. We rest in summer.
Welcome to the nearly autumn rain!
 –Chris Moss
 As autumn springs (almost, but not quite yet!) in Arizona, a typically spring scripture crosses my mind:
“Sing to God a new song, sing his praises all over the world!”

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