Summer / by Karie Luidens

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And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

...So wrote F. Scott Fitzgerald, but of course he was describing my home state of New York. Here in New Mexico we could instead say “bursts of buds growing on the prickly pears.”